Tears they fall
Like acid rain
From short sided
Iris enclosed
Pupil centered
Blood bathed
Silver lined
White clouds
I am no writer
Here is the proof
Need an editor
Or at least a
Context counselor
To straighten this mess
Hands are tied
Mouth is gagged
Back is again the wall
The window is open
I can see clearly now
Heart is nearly broken
This will make sense to nary
Written for myself so why worry
Evidently judged by me, no jury
Keeps repeating, so no hurry
Yet, like a rat on a ship, must scurry
Dreams, visions, reality all blurry
Expressions of PURE frustrations
Landing on no destinations
Making aware the realization
Not creating a kid justification
Still got handed an education
Regarding the following contemplation
Observed a “Cats in the cradle” moment.
Thanks for the ball,
Dad c’mon let’s play
My friend gave you that,
Out of our way you’ll stay
Besides it is basketball
Your not tall enough anyway
Ran into the house crying
And his smile went away
Here’s the OMG, that’s me part.
Rather the “Holy F@#K” that’s me part.
I intentionally did not create any any offspring. (My personality took care of most of that, or rather all of that.)
Too many confounded contrarian contradictions carrying on chaoticly and contained in my clouded crammed cranium.
Married a beautiful, intelligent, loving woman with three wonderful children.
Going on 20 years, yay!
Long story short, middle child living with us, with son.
Grandson ran into house, upset with his dad. Came back down from his room, stifling anger, permanent marker on face and hands. To watch his dad play basketball with friend, from behind a curtain gripping tensely at 4 plus years old.
As I was about to inquire why he was upset, the flood gates of awareness opened up as I saw my child self reflected back. HF that’s me.
Ever have that moment of awareness of not only having opportunity knock at your door. You find it being battered down by an unwelcome Bradley tank with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
People rib me for not remembering my past. Might not be so much not recalling, rather not by having a lot to remember.
Other than constantly being kept busy doing chores, saving a lot of interaction. Likewise fulfilling the meme that a child should be seen and not heard.
Perfect for what this society needs a good employee.
“You know what they want?
They want obedient workers .
Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork.”
George Carlin
That’s me. Driving truck, filing out a logbook
Watching the above, brought awareness to some of the causes of stuffed anger then and now. Having no real critical means to express, save writing it here.
My dad was in my life, as is his, present, yet unaccounted for. In the realm of seeing it now, that he filled his obligation.
Like paying on an 18 year loan for some thing you did not want in the first place.
In this fun house of mirrors, the first twisted image is the responsibility reflection. Observing that perhaps I did not engage more and so shame on me.
Physics teaches us that no two things can occupy the same space at the same time. Knowing it was not my role to replace their dad, rather be kind, guide and love them and their mom as much as possible.
The remembrance reflection is that of spending an inordinate amount of time alone, playing video games or watching TV.
Plus just staying in my room, deciphering their actions, misdeeds and lies.
My suggestions to alleviate this, are rejected as I’ve never been a biological parent, so advice is rendered useless.
Regardless of my front row seating of aspects of my life movie played out in front of me.
Hence
Hands are tied
Mouth is gagged
Back is again the wall
The sad irony
Based on what I see
Unless I can get through
He is raising me
Pink Floyd “Lost for words”
Can you see your days
blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your
Fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door
When he was young, he identified with the Harry Chapin song as his bio dad basically abandoned him and his siblings.
Awareness through a song / story of intended premise, being not to abandon.
Unfortunately it is possible of being “there” without “being” there. Minimally interactive would be a good euphemism.
Years ago, I learned the best way to get some one else to change something is to let it be their own idea.
Wonder if this partial Harry Chapin parody would help?
“Cat’s In The Cradle”
My child sits alone,
Watches tv all day
I do the same,
Top of the stairway
There’s sports to watch,
No bills to pay
He learned to talk
In a Mickey Mouse way
That is how he was talkin’
‘Fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say “I’m donna de like you, Dad
You know I’m monna glee like you”
His Aunt is his stable
And guiding him true.
Little boy blues,
Half a man stoned through
When you going to work, Dad
I don’t know when,
But I’ll get it together then
You know we’ll have
Some money then
My son turns five
In just a few days
He said, “What is this, a ball,
Dad, where do you press play?
“It is not a remote”,
I said that’s “okay”
It’s the best I can do for you”,
He said, “That’s ok”
And he walked away
and his smile kind of dimmed
And said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah
You know I’m gonna be like him”
His aunt and his uncle
Teach him kid tunes
Little boy blue and
His dad on the moon
When we getting our own home,
Dad
I don’t know when,
But we’ll get it together then
You know we’ll have a
Good time then
He went to California
Just to get away
So much like a man
I just had to say
“Son, I’m proud of you,
Can you Skype for a while”
He shook his head
And said with a smile
“What I’d really like, Dad,
If I could send you money, please
Save it for yourself
And I fell to my knees
//.
My uncle stepped up
Probably didn’t want to
But am glad he did
So did my papa
Reluctant, but there, the same
For I am grateful
I guess I can to
Be a surrogate father
To baby boy blue
Series of haikus
Poetic license be damned
What else could I do
Makes me fully aware, even though in order to make it safely to my destination I should stay in my own lane.
Perhaps it would be okay, to pull over and help a stranded motorist, give them some fuel, so they can be on their merry way.
Iron Maiden
“Dream Of Mirrors”
Have you ever felt the future is the past, but you don’t know how…?
A reflected dream
Of a captured time,
is it really now,
is it really happening?
Don’t know why I feel this way,
Have I dreamt this time, this place?
Something vivid comes again
Into my mind
And I think I’ve seen your face,
Seen this room, been in this place
Something vivid comes again
Into my mind
All my hopes and expectations,
Looking for an explanation
Have I found my destination?
I just can’t take no more
The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
Think I’ve heard your voice before,
Think I’ve said these words before
Something makes me feel
I just might lose my mind
Am I still inside my dream?
Is this a new reality
Something makes me feel
That I have lost my mind
All my hopes and expectations,
Looking for an explanation
Coming to the realization
That I can’t see for sure
//
The dream is true, the dream is true
The dream is true, the dream is true
I get up put on the light,
Dreading the oncoming night
Scared to fall asleep and
Dream the dream again
Nothing that I contemplate,
Nothing that I can compare
To letting loose the demons
Deep inside my head
Dread to think what might be stirring,
That my dream is reoccurring
Got to keep away from drifting,
Saving me from myself
// Chorus
Lost in a dream of mirrors,
Lost in a paradox
Lost and time is spinning,
Lost a nightmare I retrace
Lost a hell that I revisit,
Lost another time and place
Lost a parallel existence,
Lost a nightmare I retrace
This is more for me than him, I have no plans or intention to share any of this with him. It would simply be an over intrusion on a psyche I know I am not prepared for the ramifications. Be they good or bad.
All my jaw jacking and abnormal angry actions seem to produce more chaos than construction simply because I know no better, plus my ability to communicate is chancy at best.
As for taking too big of a role, am also very aware of my idiosyncrasies, should they get passed along may cause more harm than good.
Besides, he is doing the best he can, still recovering from a TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) he suffered as a passenger over 10 years ago.
My only proof of brain damage is for posting this. All this, from an chance circumstance observation. Sorting it out in printed pixels that somehow I may evolve into a better person.
“I’m one of those people who doesn’t really know what he thinks, until he writes it down.”
Jake Epping AKA George Amberson
From Stephen King’s “11/22/63”
Writing this, the other awareness is, he is raising his son, all by himself as the bio-mom, bailed well before their son was two. On the rare occasions, she has seen him, we find she does more harm then good.
Having given up her first child completely, moved as many times as she’s had relationships, producing a third child in the meantime. Being in one now, that in theory should create no more children.
“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?
//
I would never bring a kid to this // planet.
– Bill Hicks
I guess, since my parents never had children, neither would I. Having learned early on, how to best serve humanity.
Knowing they would have been happier with robots or monkeys, mostly getting what they would have preferred.
Am told that I do okay as a papa, probably from best emulating one of mine. Keeping my mouth closed and smiling.
“Tears”
– Rush
All of the seasons and
all of the days
All of the reasons
why I’ve felt this way
So long…
So long
Then lost in that feeling
I looked in your eyes
I noticed emotion and
that you had cried
For me. I can see
What would touch me deeper…
Tears that fall from
eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from
eyes that know why?
A lifetime of questions,
tears on your cheek
I tasted the answers and
my body was weak
For you. The truth
What would touch me deeper…
Tears that fall from
eyes that only cry?
Would it touch you deeper
Than tears that fall from
eyes that know why?
The longer title being “Divisible, while subjugated and justice for none.”
A dark play of words as a stark reminder as to what some actually “pledge” their allegiance to.
A mishmash post of sorts.
Mishmash : A creative way to neither take the responsibility or the time to transform incoherent thoughts into well formed concepts that might stand alone and change the world.
Whew, there’s ego for you. Like anybody besides me is reading this.
Information unsprung from the shallow surface as a trickle of unconsciousness has dripped upon the screen in the form of onyx digitized pixles seemingly and seamlessly from a cranium container to free flowing fingers.
As opposed to springing from a deep well and stream of consciousness, it is a little lacking.
Here goes.
And Justice For None
Save
“We The People”
And
“We”
Are not the “people”
“It’s a big club and you aren’t in it.
You and I, are not in, The Big Club”.
By the way, it’s the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe.
All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy.”
– George Carlin
How is it that a single representative of the “state” is empowered by the same to do the following. In the name of “We The People”, under the guise “To Serve and To Protect”.
To be the judge, jury, prosecutor and lynch man to the ebony skinned bipedal earthling artist.
Who by his mere presence, makes some sanctioned, by the state afraid, therefore can unjustifiably carry out “justice” to quell his own fears by launching lead projectiles into a body, due to its hue.
Meanwhile
“The complexion for the protection for the collection”
– Paul Mooney
The orange epidermis 71 year old billowing blonde hair guy with an eggshell fragile ego, feels comfortable taunting the North Korean leader, with an itchy trigger finger on his 357 nuke magnum with icbm capabilities and faulty safety.
Whose people are on the perpetual brink of starving to death. In a nuclear game of chicken, while participating in a global prick waving/measuring contest.
Hedging his bet they won’t be able to hit the broadside of a barn. Forgetting that with practice comes perfection.
Putting millions of earthling artists in the cross hairs of nuclear annihilation. No justice or justification for that.
All the while, those who are highly likely guilty of various kinds of “wrongdoing”, obstructing justice, manipulating “democratic” elections, breaking oaths to not only uphold the constitution, but shredding it so horribly, it is hardly recognizable. Plus colluding with foreign agents, banks and oligarchs.
“Those” “people” are given huge amounts of time to “lawyer” up, big time. Given advance notice that they will even be indicted. Have the luxury and protection of “closed” door hearings.
Very much in alignment with his republican predecessors, pee and poop, #1 and #2 Bush and Cheney got away with, not only closed door hearings, their hand holding testimony was neither recorded or transcribed. All under the guise of “national security”.
A bit dated, but poignant Reagan administration shenanigans continuing today in the Republican stronghold.
“And the Supreme Court decided about a year ago that it’s all right to put people in jail now if we just think they’re going to commit a crime. It’s called preventive detention. All you’ve got to do now is just think they’re going to commit a crime.
Well if we’d known this seven or eight years (months) ago we could have put a bunch of these Republican motherfuckers directly into prison.
Yeah! put ’em in the joint where they belong and we could have saved the expense of putting these pin-headed assholes on trial.”
– George Carlin
That appears to be a diabolical disparity that should give one pause to consider what “the people” do, using fear mongering to distract the masses.
“anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other, so that they can keep going to the bank!
– George Carlin
What we accept is unacceptable, what is unacceptable, we expect.
Anybody paying attention that the rule of law does not apply to the rulers of law?
“These are the ‘law and order’ people, These are the people who are against street crime. They want to put street criminals in jail to make life safer for the business criminals.
They’re against street crime providing that street isn’t Wall Street” (or “Main” street)
– George Carlin
Wonder what street Frump Tower Moscow was / is going to be built on?
Stalin Street, Collusion Circle, Liars Lane, Bad Behavior Boulevard, Arrogance Ave?
Is it at the off ramp of the Hacking Highway or can one get to it by taking the deceptive detour by the Fraudulent Freeway to get to Warmongers Way, adjacent to the Misogyny mall.
It is a corrupt and further corruptible system, till we awaken from our nefarious slumber believing we are separate from the whole.
“The table is tilted, folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care.”
– George Carlin
The “we the people” perspective was inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates book “Between the World and Me”.
Likewise the frightening power bestowed upon some, who would rather use a weapon than common sense.
“We should just make it a little more difficult for a person with known violent tendencies to get a gun. And again……. I’m not talking about the cops.”
//
“I think we can all agree that blue lives murder.” // “They’re murdering us. Well, not us. We’re (pink) white.”
– David Cross
“Dumb, always trying to keep people f#cking dumb. Why all this racial profiling. Why they all, like in shock, like this is new?
Shooting in the back, all this bullshit. Why is this new? When did you ever read where off duty black cop has shot a white cop in the back?
Never, it don’t happen. It doesn’t happen, but it sure happens the other way around,”
– Paul Mooney
Less bullets, more brains.
The strong don’t need guns.(WMD’S)
(WMD’S) Guns are the tools of the weak.
This is true
If you disagree with me,
it’s okay.
You’re wrong.
– Henry Rollins
I can’t think of any other group that through its collective, deems it necessary to bestow the power to and be the arbiter of life or death to so few when those same rules don’t apply in reverse.
Capital Punishment, unjust wars, (at this point, aren’t all wars unjust?) Political Assassinations, killing sovereign earthlings to steal the resources under their feet, covering their tracks with oil boiled blood.
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence
O’beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They’re beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we’ve been poisoned by
These fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
“End of the innocence”
Hornsby & Henley
Conclusion on “An open letter for open wounds.”
A sort of follow up to Justice for none
Or it kind of stands on its own.
A memo to a higher office
Open letter to the powers that be
To a god, a king, a head of state
A captain of industry
To the movers and the shakers…
Can’t everybody see?
//
Today is different, and
tomorrow the same
It’s hard to take the world
the way that it came
Too many rapids
keep us sweeping along
Too many captains
keep on steering us wrong
It’s hard to take the heat
It’s hard to lay blame
To fight the fire
while we’re feeding the flames
Excerpted from
Rush “Second Nature”
Hate to complain without offering up a solution. Here is my open letter to Kim from the big D.
Dear Kim,
I had a big realization this morning, huge. So much so, this won’t fit on a tweet.
People like it when I say things that are unconventional, and noticed it has kind of gone to my big head.
Some people voted for me because I alleged myself to be a Christian. It dawned on me that nothing I am doing is what Jesus would do.
I thought I could use your country as a distraction from my Russian involvement and it got out of hand, sorry.
Long story short, I understand your people are hungry, and you have all been hurting for a long time.
Should you feel the need to attack us, due to all my macho asshole bullying rhetoric I understand. However, we will not counter attack with either fire or fury.
(Whew, what was I thinking? ) As we will be to busy taking care of our people who it will have been my fault I put in jeopardy.
Quite frankly, all of the deplorable degradation brought down upon different people at different times for different reasons in different severities indifferent despairities, nuclear holocaust might be the easiest wound we have to heal.
My view from my ivory tower skewed my perspective, but as I venture out to feed my ego. I realized, even my people do not want nuclear war.
Also, the whole planet is in need. The south east of my country is soaked, the west coast is on fire, a big portion of our neighbors country was shook and crumbled.
Back to you, traveling around have discovered our country has this thing called food warehouses. So I popped into a few, not sure it is a good idea, that we have such gluttonous access.
So as a gesture of good will and a plea for forgiveness, starting immediately we will send half from each store. Distributed to your country and all others that need more food than we do.
The other thing I’ve noticed is that America truly is a melting pot, every body from every where is here. For the most part getting along like they should. But our pot cracking, and our goose is getting cooked.
As I looked for the first time on a globe to see where you are at, noticed that if you take away all the painted country and state identifiers, we are all on the same sphere together and there are no unnatural borders.
Just to show you how quickly I’m evolving, am not only not going to build a wall between this country and Mexico. I am going to have it dismantled so we can use it to reinforce their buildings from more earthquakes.
Also recycle it into pipes so when excessive water lands on the east coast we can pump it to the west coast to put out the fires.
One of the many things I promised on the campaign trail was to make America great again. First will be to stop declaring it is great. Most people who live here, have never left here, to make an enlightened evaluation.
So, I’m figuring, albeit in the most selfish way, that if we dismantle all of our weapons and feed, clothe and educate everyone on this blue green life raft we are all surviving on we will recognize our true nature of being all as one.
No one will hate anyone anymore and everybody will be able to travel freely everywhere to experience undiscovered realities, dimensions, feelings and experiences never even fathomed.
In closing, I leave you with what we might consider being our global flagless anthem.
Sincerely and humbly,
Donald
“Imagine”
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…. Aha-ah…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
– John Lennon
“I’m Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I’m Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
(If You Wanna Make The
World A Better Place)
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change
(Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change)”
– Michael Jackson
Turns out, my pessimistic penchant for picking on the prickly and palpably petulant president is mired in knowing that I don’t like what I see or hear.
Unfortunately some of it reflects back on me. Distraction, irresponsibility, blame, callus narcissism, empathic lack.
Even writing this now, just changed “so much” to “some” in a euphemistic way to shirk responsibilities to better myself.
Although “some” might……might be more accurate, as building a wall is ridiculous, a travel ban is racist. Could care less about flags, football, anthems, Christmas or “measuring” up to some dicktators, and colluding with others.
The Mirrored Prognosis
That would mean, if I can expunge those ugly aspects, that bullying billowy blond bupkus billionaire will disappear.
…..shit, I’ve got some work to do, and quick.
Speaking of Christmas
Never mind will save that for another post. This was too concise and clear.
Conclusion on “Speaking of Christmas”
Follow up to “Mirrored Diagnosis”
Who cares what greeting is doled out as a short quip of verbal diarrhea filled with all the insincerity of “Have a nice day” or “Take care” clichés?
Yet, the head muckity muck is going to heavy handedly suggest that “this” year “you” are going to be able to say “Merry Christmas”
At no point, that I’m aware of, did any entity restrict the use of those two words. Yet for all its illusionary meaning, means nothing more than “good luck”, given its overuse from thanksgiving to new years eve.
It may just be more considerate not to assume what you think someone else believes. Besides, it’s all the same belief, categorized under a different heading.
At this point merry Christmas seems to be about as pious as celebrating black Friday.
Like it is an actual event, helping the corporations celebrate their bottom line. Instead, watching your digitized pixels transfer from your account to theirs.
You know, Black Friday. Black, the near color of the dried blood spilt out of the dead trampled consumer like a cold stepping stone to “I’ve got to have it, so I can “give” it as a “gift” mindless mantra.
Now I know, some people like to give simple gifts in “spirit” of the “season”. However, Christmas has merely become a tool for the economy, and I’m guessing kind of always has been, if you think about it. It is just more obvious as there are more people now. Crass consuming on Christ’s behalf.
For which I am sadly and happily grateful that it keeps me behind the wheel looking at the world through a windshield. Thinking of stuff to write on this blog.
Happy it puts a nice roof over my family, sad I do not have more time to spend under that roof with them.
There are a lot of people who worship at the church of the mall and pray the credit card companies will up their limit. As opposed to looking within and discovering their true essence and being.
“It just seems to me, that only a really low IQ population could have taken this beautiful continent, this magnificent American landscape that we inherited.
Well actually we stole it from the Mexicans and the Indians, but hey, it was nice when we stole it. Looked pretty good, it was pristine. Paradise.
Have you seen it lately? Have you taken a good look at it lately? It’s fucking embarrasing. Only a nation of unenlightened half-wits could have taken this beautiful place and turned it into what it is today – a shopping mall.
A big fucking shopping mall. You know that, that’s all you’ve got here, folks. Mile after mile after mile of malls after malls. Many, many malls. Major malls and mini malls.
They put the mini malls in between the major malls, and in between the mini malls, they put the mini marts. And in between the mini marts, you got the car lots, gas stations, muffler shops, laundry mats, cheap motels, fast food joints, strip clubs and dirty bookstores.
America the beautiful. One big transcontinental commercial cesspool. And how do the people feel about all this? How do people feel about living in a coast to coast shopping mall? Well they think it’s JUST FUCKING DANDY!”
– George Carlin
Instead of “wishing” anybody anything, “time” might be better spent becoming in tune with and vibrating at that high frequency of those revered ascended spiritual enlightened master archetypes.
When that becomes our worthwhile desired goal that it is possible to achieve that degree of purity, peace and cosmic conscious awareness.
“Wishing” someone Merry Christmas, Happy Hanika or Happy Kwanzaa while being an indentured servant to the banks, corporations and governments will seem so passé.
As long as I am unintentionally piling on Santa Claus
Ever hear this about Christmas?
It was good, but I’m glad it’s over
WTF ? If something is good, really good and you enjoy it, you usually do not want it to end.
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions.
The decisions you make
Will impact you for the rest of your life.
The decisions you don’t make
Will impact you for the rest of your life.
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
“Freewill”
– Rush
Is Trump’s
Mike Pence
Bush’s
Dan Quail?
Hedging against no matter how bad the first guy is, we don’t want the understudy.
“What do you think of Western Civilization?”
“I think it would be a great idea.”
– Mahatma Gandhi
Donald’s Speech 8-21-2017
Who would have thunk, that a mostly monotone monologue would have been dichotomously distractive simply because it was so out of character.
My guess is that he negotiated to agree to that delivery, as long as he could say “big” twice and “losers” once. Sacrificing the word “HUGE” to prevent his non-base from having a successful drinking game doing shots every time he said it.
The corner puzzle pieces have been found, the perimeter edges are filling in nicely. The image on the concrete box is coming together. Spread out over the court of public opinion.
Deformed red squares, adjacent promising greens. Moving pieces around making them fit. As the awareness of being duped awakens the base.
Switching from a tight
tailored business ensemble
to a loose fitting orange
jumpsuit in shackles.
With enough freedom to
tweet the prison blues.
“In this struggle, the heaviest burden will continue to be borne by the good people of Afghanistan and their courageous armed forces. As the prime minister of Afghanistan has promised, we are going to participate in economic development to help defray the cost of this war to us.”
– Trump’s speech 8-21-17
Besides probably stealing the oil, am guessing “to participate in economic development to help defray the cost of this war” means also to take some Lanthanum.
“Lanthanum is used as a component of nickel-metal hydride batteries, whose most important commercial use is in hybrid cars.”
– Softschoolsdotcom
Got to love those cars, can’t stand not stealing the stuff to make them run and killing a few sovereign people in the meantime under the this time, the guise of defeating terrorism.
Likewise a subtle reason for Vietnam was perhaps getting to their tungsten. Having brokered that war from the French could it really be much different to broker the Afghanistan war from Russia as some kind of cryptic payment to get the egotistical Frump Tower Moscow built?
Kind of like getting a mortgage from a bank, not only do they get the upfront money, they sell the note to another buyer for residual profits.
Could probably guess he’ll let the CIA keep harvesting the poppy seed to profit for black ops as both turn a blind eye to each other’s shenanigans.
“Dealer man not dealing drugs because people do drugs, it’s so they will. A way of fixing them, while they break.”
– John Trudell “Rich Man’s War”
BTW none of this is substantiated with any kind of proof. Am merely having fun editorializing this out based on stuff I’ve heard or read.
Maybe though, instead of labeling those sovereign citizens with bogeyman fear producing monikers, that create enemies followed by anxiety and patriotism to justify tax payer funded murder.
We instead could call them grown fetuses, who would like to spend time with their offspring fetuses, that just brought into this world new fetuses.
Just like most everyone else on this planet without the fear that the corporate imperialists will use their henchmen to clear them away from their home to drill and mine on their land. For deadly profits, because they can.
Why is it, that ‘merikkkan alleged leader who, when it is convenient claims to be a Christian, seeks an outcome of peace while waging war.
To be fair, all his predecessors have done similar war crimes, all the way back to Carter.
No where have I heard or read, did that Jesus fellow do anything similar.
Putin’s puppet, plagiarizing past presidents to pipeline petroleum to pay for fuel, funding further fatalities fraught from fatigue, fighting forever for criminal corrupt corporations craving crimson corpuscles converted to cash
Guess the Donald just figured out the profit margins are greater in oil then in real estate where instead of sneaking out of paying some workers or stiffing the city of promised revenues.
All you have to do is go and bonk brown earthlings on their head and steal the resources under their feet. Celebrate with Bush blood and oil cocktails.
I’d be more than happy to shed some redundant proto plasm if we could all agree to perhaps simply trade food and kindness as a reasonable barter to accomplish the same thing without manifesting fear and hatred of our fellow cosmic spherical space travelers.
“It was pretty amazing, you’ve got to admit, watching a missile fly down an air vent. Pretty unbelievable. But couldn’t we feasibly use that same technology to shoot food at hungry people?
You know what I mean? Fly over Ethiopia, there’s a guy that needs a banana….
Stealth Banana. ……… Smart Fruit…..”
– Bill Hicks
– “The War” (first gulf war)
– “Flying Saucer Tour”
I need some new ear plugs to protect
Not my hearing as one would expect
But rather to keep something whole
And preserve the sanctity of my soul
An alleged leader so very decadent
Diatribes mouthed by the president
There’s no thinking outside of the box
Particularly if listen to the news on fox
Where everyone is expected to comply
With each new and every deceptive lie
Can not convince otherwise in the least
Those who think that war is peace
Amongst the few going to any length
To easily prove ignorance is strength
Cognitive dissonance is so unsavory
Accepting easily that freedom is slavery
Another thing that some can’t fathom
The right to stand or kneel for the anthem
Divisiveness is what has been out dished
About the only thing he’s accomplished
Russia my very well be his downfall
While still repeating he will build a wall
Here’s a kicker a real mind bender
Discovering his son wants to transgender
Can no longer handle the verbal diarrhea
Doing nothing but threaten North Korea
His angry rants show he’s a little off-kilter
As he resides in an adult day care center
The vile bile that regurgitates oozing or spewing from that cold dark vessel like a satanic sermon malignantly mesmerizing the mindless masses disguised as either truth or compassion falls abysmally short of representing what a leader would do.
Now that I’m getting this writing down, I am going to have to brush up on sentence structure.
Go with what you know
Put down the paper
Turn off the TV
Shut down your cell phone
Close up your tablet
Breath……inhale……exhale
Clear the mind right now
Let go of your fears
Expand awareness
Be divinity
Make your every move
Based “souly” on that
Trust your “being” as
The credible source
“You ever watch CNN for longer than, say, 20 hours in one day?
I gotta cut that out. Watch CNN. It’s the most depressing thing you’ll ever see, man. .
“WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS, HOMELESS, RECESSION, DEPRESSION, WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS.”
“WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS, HOMELESS, RECESSION, DEPRESSION, WAR, FAMINE, DEATH, AIDS.”
Then you look out your window – (crickets chirping) – where’s all this shit going on, man?
Ted Turner is making this shit up.”
– Bill Hicks
Looking at the world through a windshield. 