“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
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
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Having the awareness
No one is out to get me
For no reason whatsoever
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Just a diffident dissident
Trying to be pleasant
As a planetary resident
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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
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I thought war footing
Was just an expression
Who would have thought it had
Its own dictionary definition?
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War Footing
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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
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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”
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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
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WORKERS ON ROAD
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Looking at the world through a windshield. 