I get it, which is why it won’t matter.
So let us just move on now.
Robert Mueller could easily have absolutely verifiable, a perfect 10 finger fingerprint match, in dried blood on the crimson ooze bloodied knife. Video, photographic and testimonial evidence that indeed 45 conspired, colluded and willfully engaged and participated in knowingly rigging the election.
Or
Robert Mueller could have nothing more than loose circumstantial evidence.
Or
He could have absolute verifiable proof that in no way shape or form that 45 had anything to do with “stealing” the election. Bring to justice some other entities that masterminded the whole thing.
Why it won’t matter, iszzz… because proof or no proof, people are going to believe what they are already convinced of.
Some will let a sleeping dog lie and go about their day, realizing it changes or changed nothing anyway. The economy is cyclical regardless who is in the oval.
Wall or no wall, policy of separation and fear, good economy or bad, bipedal earthling artists in need of a better situation will come here, let us do the masters of wisdom thing and help them.
So easily sidetracked, back to the post.
Others will write, blog and exhaust implausible and impossible conspiracy theories, not realizing it changes nothing at all.
A contemplation of theoretical proof would be if 45 told and tweeted his involvement.
Those who want to believe he is the greatest president who ever lived, single handedly fixed everything, would / might only think that the “deep state”* is involved in scapegoating him.
* at this point, always giggle when I hear those two words, kinda like “dark web”. When those are really some apt description words of our shadowed “self”.
45 is merely a conglomeration of thoughts projected into a holographic image of the stuff each individual has to tackle within themselves.
Narcissism, fragile ego, lying, racism braggadocios behavior, xenophobia, taking 0 responsibility, etc.
You pick yours, I’ll pick mine. Something an impeachment will not cure. Our “ills” will simply manifest in another projection.
And, like living all alone and seeing a dirty toilet everyday, soon realize it is not going to clean itself and is time to get busy scrubbing.
In varying degrees, of making it “clean”. “Clean” enough to use, or “clean” and polished as if company is coming. Or karmic “clean” enough so that you can go where there are no toilets to use or clean.
I am going to need one helluva brush.
Most of my paranoia
Merely because it is
Illogical at best , also
.
Having the awareness
No one is out to get me
For no reason whatsoever
.
Just a diffident dissident
Trying to be pleasant
As a planetary resident
.
Coming to a reckoning
Seems an impossible thing
To stop incessant questioning
: the condition of being prepared to undertake or maintain war
– m-w.com
.
I thought war footing
Was just an expression
Who would have thought it had
Its own dictionary definition?
.
War Footing
.
We are steeped in it
Like tea leaves in a
Bitter British tea
Left not in a harbor
Rather scattered in
Our psychologically
Impressionable
Wasted landscape
Granite and marble
Bronze and plaster
Signs and symbols
Flags and screens
Caskets and tombs
Honoring people who
Have killed people or
Were killed by
“Other” people
When in essence
We are all one people
Who do not want war
That know at this point
It is unnecessary
To our evolution
Still at every turn
Reminders coax us
Into believing it
Is to be merited
Without question
Blank war memorial
Stadium or Statue
Highway or street
Where is the
Recognition of
The peace
Keepers
Planners
Makers
So that their
Actions can be
Repeated
Till there
Are no more
War Memorials
Just
Peace celebrations
Where this was supposed to stop
Okay, made it a part 2
A War Footing Part 2 next
Continued from A War Footing Part 1
.
However
While hitting up a family member
For a grandchild’s fundraiser said:
I was doing it because, could not get my portion of my taxes back, that support the military industrial complex.
My intention was to find common ground. So I thought.
From, thinking along the lines of,
“It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.”
– Robert Fulghum
“All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten”
.
Ooopsie
Can of worms, now opened.
Family member to me said. So you don’t think after 9 11 we should have had any equipment to “defend” ourselves? In a tense, angry tone, w/accompanying glare.
Conspiracy theories aside, responded. All the weaponry stockpiled was not used for “defense”. It was not even used on the alleged perpetrators. They were used where THE OIL WAS. Hmmm.
Was quickly reminded that he served his country. Fine. I wasn’t trying to take that away from him. Kept mouth shut, that was a bigger unopened can of worms.
Beeeee caaaawz objectively that is not the case. Yet that is another post for another time.
Shit. Quick synopsis.
Demonizing a people by labeling them with a “bogeyman” moniker for their political ideology, so the corporations in need of tungsten can justify brokering a war from the French.
Simply because your government has more money to play with toys of death and destruction in deep foliage, falls within loose and weak parameters of serving your country.
Or as Dennis Miller used to say:
“It’s just my opinion, I could be wrong.”
My litany of unspoken arguments, at least in my perception, had a basis of fact not of prejudice. (running out of time and did not want to screw up raising funds 😉
Almost joined the Marines myself, after many inquiries found I would have to take orders without thinking.
I’m sure, if I took one of those DNA tests, it would come back, showing I have extra Q chromosomes Q for questioning.
To make up for the nonexistent C & E chromosomes, compassion and empathy.
I have never used this phrase before, but I can tell you, that dog won’t hunt. To this day I don’t like being “told” what to do.
Asking, inquiries, suggestions and requests are okay. Which still go through a questioning process.
Commands, orders and dictates get a whole other level, of who do think you are and of what “authority” might you pretend to have, that you think I’m going to listen?
Since I knew I wasn’t going to plant any seeds in any garden. For the mere rationale of not wanting to be in the position of deciding in any way part shape or form to extinguish a fetus.
The last thing I was going to do, was to be put in a position where I had to expire out of the womb, grown fetuses, simply by following orders.
Fortunately or unfortunately the metaphorical equivalent of a war-footing is that by writing this, I realize by transferring my thoughts to this blog am merely “stockpiling” my arguments.
Since my memory is short, and my anger is long. Making me, just as bad as the military industrial complex.
Keeping myself in
: the condition of being prepared to undertake or maintain war
– m-w.com
The fact is, that what we
Think we know, we don’t
Even on a good day
Everything is assumed
True or false
As to one’s perception
To be factual or not
May just depend on what
You see or hear first as
Whether you buy it
Permanently or
Question it extensively
How it is presented
Or who is representing it
No media has ever been
An arbiter of truths
All the way back to
Cave paintings and
Smoke signals
Hieroglyphics and
Stone tablets
Regardless the medium
It will change
9 ways from Sunday
Leather to papyrus
Scrolls to flats
Parchment to paper
Loose to bound
Books to libraries
Pencils to crayons
Quills to pens
Letters under presses
Information over heads
And yes it can be printed
Even if it is not true
Radio to telephone
TV to satellites
Broadcasts to bytes
Reliability is worlds apart
Chasms of confusion lie
Between intention and perception
Clarity and misunderstanding
Content and context
Shouts and whispers
Making everything
Unknowable
Save for what is indelibly
Etched in your heart
Message on flashing amber
Temporary road construction sign
<<<< CAUTION >>>>
WORKERS ON ROAD
《《《 SLOW 》》》
I must not want
Nor the collective
Must not want
Inner peace
Over and above
The siren song
Of materialism
Or shiny object
New distractions
When it would
Probably be easier
Than imaginable
If I / we took a
Moment to pause
Realize what is
Undeniably important
That doesn’t require
A credit card
Melting, or a
Bank account
Drained
To say I love
My family
Warts and all
And treat them as such
Which extends to
The extended family
The planetary sailors
All on the same boat
Floating or rather
Hurling through space
On a course
We can not see
In a future
We do not know
From a past
We can not forget
For reasons too
Indecipherable
Too goofy for
Mere mortals
Hell bent on
Keeping up
With the Joneses
Or disagreeing
With the Smiths
That must be
What we really want
.
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
“Here is the soul of a man
Here in this place for the taking
Clothed in white, stand in the light
Here is the soul of a man
Time to speak with the shaman again
Conjure the jester again
Black dog in the ruins
Is howling my name
So here is the soul of a man
When the world was virgin
Before the coming of men
Just a solar witness
The beginning of the end
From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race
We are strange believers all of us
There are stranger truths immortal lust
We rise from slumber he calls our name
Recalls our number abide with pain
Reef in a sail at the edge of the world
If eternity should fail
Waiting in line for the ending of time
If eternity should fail
//
To god’s illusion
Which I recall
Was our delusion
Before the fall
The angels come and the angels go
But the lord of light shining below
Eternal blackness beyond the stars
We think our wisdom will get that far
At the master’s table the table’s bare
No land of plenty, devastation, despair
//
Reef in a sail at the edge of the world
If eternity should fail
Waiting in line for the ending of time
If eternity should fail”
.
These lyrics, while brilliant, gripping and imagination soaring, without hearing them from the beautifully haunting tenor of Bruce Dickinson and the mysterious sounds and heavy metal styling of Iron Maiden it only paints part of the picture.
To give a splatter shot
What I suppose
You could call poetry
Poem “I Must Not Want”
A correlating oomph
(In my mind anyway)
(I write this s#!t for me)
To drive it home
It is followed with
Some Iron Maiden lyrics
Which included
“When the world was virgin
Before the coming of men
Just a solar witness
The beginning of the end
From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race”
From
“If Eternity Should Fail”
– Iron Maiden
.
If there were ever to be
A documentary of such
“From a world of magma
To a cold rock face
The ascent of madness
And a human race”
In some kind of
Spiritual I Max theatre
Recorded in time lapse
High speed photography
As the space dust
Coalesced starting with
Microscopic particles
Gathering and clinging
With more joining
From the infinite cosmos
Of “nothingness” till it
Churned and formed
Collided and heated
Into the “World Of Magma”
Upon just below the surface
We are still floating above
On that “Cold Rock Face”
That seemingly would be
Infinitely more plausible then
“The ascent of madness”
That cliché seven day story
“And a human race”
Intended to frighten
Control and manipulate
About 1600 years old
Compared to 4.5 billion
Oops wrong trajectory
Back to the theatre
To watch the ebb and flow of *
“Earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares, sunspots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles, hundreds of thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids, and meteors, world-wide floods, tidal waves, world-wide fires, erosion, cosmic rays, recurring ice ages”
.
See that perhaps the cliché
Is baseless and no longer relevant
It may or may not be true
However if you were to
Reverse engineer our existence
Methinks you would find it
Couldn’t possibly have happened
The way it has been revised and
Rewritten in those several books
That leaves unanswered, where oh
Where did Caine’s wife come from
Shit, keep getting off track //
Watch the planet continue to form with
The Goldilox principle having the
“Just right” amount of carbon and oxygen
Water, sunlight and atmosphere
For things to grow and breath
Engage while connecting to
The first sprout to appear
Then “die” and decompose
Only to start anew as perhaps
Some algae, fungi or tadpole
Experience immediate transformations
Through the lens of history
Till say when the ability to make fire
Occurred by the first neanderthals
Have the movie slow down
Some more as now things
Really start to accelerate
(“I’m tired of this back-slapping “Isn’t
Humanity neat?” bullshit. We’re a virus
With shoes, okay? That’s all we are.”
– Bill Hicks)
Watch to see if “man’s” nature
Really is beastly and violent in
Order to survive day to day to date
Or if it stemmed from a greed trait
That some are compelled with
The desire to have more than others
So they’ll feel better about themselves
Observe the humanity slaughtering wars
Skirmishes to wonder what really
Is all the fighting about
Also observe the the great feats
Long since unexplained such as
How were the pyramids really built etc
Having the movie close at the point
When devolution started
(No idea, when that was)
Leaving the viewer to ponder
What can be done to
Prevent our extinction
Having seen it all from
A cosmic standpoint
I think one would weep
Every last drop of liquid
From its impermanent
Container evaporating
Into the surrounding ether
Till the saline fragments
Drifted into the atmosphere
To combine with other
Space particles
Coalesce gather and cling………
And do their thing
Again
*
“The Planet Is Fine”
– George Carlin
Born : Contrarian
Died : Energetically Exhausted
The basic tenets of our
Existence is hypocritical
We are not our bodies
Nor our skin, bones or senses
Gender, height or width
Not even our mind or heart
Or the substance-less-ness
Of indoctrinated beliefs and
Completely made up ones
Accepted to suit our fancy
Habitually formulated as
Cell blocks in a maximum
Security prison self guarded
With nary a chance to escape
Adhering to the warden’s rules
In hopes of an early release
Though the rules keep changing
Still, solitary confinement is
Completely out of the question
Which ironically may be where
The key is…. to unlock the cage
Or perhaps we are just a
“Ghost In The Machine” or
“Spirits In The Material World”
“There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
Our so called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it’s the rhetoric of failure
We are spirits in the material world
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it’s something we can’t buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world…”
– The Police
Looking at the world through a windshield. 