Breaking you down.
By building you up.
A long emergency, extended by perpetual regurgitation of information “breaking”.
Which is not really that “new”, just repackaged with a slicker shinier coating, adding to what you may have already seen or heard from different sources.
Already at the point of exhaustion, with this alleged administration, it’s purported guilt and desperate distractions.
Conspiracy theories upon conspiracies, distracting the distracted, making for implausibly impossible narratives.
Trying to keep your eye on the ball that is whizzing by so fast and furious it looks like several, you would need several eyes moving at light speed to track anything.
Which regardless how accurate or anticipatory the optimistic outcome is, as a “final” now, I can be at peace solution.
The so far and up until now perspective is mired in a gooey and gelatinous muck, that the mind rescue thoughts are teetering on the edge of getting trapped as well.
As for fizzle, the smoking gun will have been disassembled, cleaned, tested, checked for fingerprints, (yes, in that order), examined, photographed, shown, documented, retold, claimed it was the wrong one.
A person will believe what they want to believe, carrying on as if it is true, knowing that they were right all along. Regardless of what “actually” happened, so that they “feel” right and feel ok.
Collusion, confusion, distortion
Facts dismissed like an abortion
Putting rationality into contortion
Opinion based solely on a notion
Depending what you watch absorption
Knowing the the truth is in disproportion
Hoping if wrong, will be given absolution
# 45 could hold a press conference tomorrow and fully confess to collusion with a foreign country to rig the election because he is narcissistic and greedy and only sought to serve himself and his family. Depending how one grasps the situation they will be suspicious or vindicated. Vindicated, but suspicious, suspicious but vindicated.
“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”
― Erin Morgenstern
Violence in perspective making What happens in Vegas no longer staying in Vegas. Rather traveling home in a box.
Regardless of who shot, if there was more than one, how the weapons were obtained, or modified. What the “provable” reason.
Many have now seen and heard what occurred what happens when sovereign citizens are shot at. Most scatter, some can no longer. It, we know is wrong.
Families are shattered, grieving, confused, saddened forced to move on.
When a mercenary on a foreign land does the same with similar equipment purchased legally with US tax dollars for a “legitimate” purpose it is conveyed to the taxpayers that their freedom is being defended.
Families are shattered, grieving, confused, saddened forced to move on.
Will the media correlate that perspective ever, I doubt it. That would shine a light of holy fuck, I am responsible for this shit.
It is being done with some of my money. Money I earned and freely give by April 15th.
Meanwhile that same money could be used to feed everyone, also the swords forged into plowshares, irrigation systems, distribution logistics.
Something to think about as the current regurgitation wanes, as the fear of the proverbial “they” are going to take away guns and the second ammendment. Till this happens again in larger and larger numbers, leaving families shattered, grieving, confused, saddened forced to move on.
Second thought, what if the second amendment stated as a follow-up to the first.
That you have the right to think rationally with all the universal consciousness that you’ve had since you arrived on this planet. No weapons necessary.
“Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”
Bill Hicks
“This is a place where gun store owners are given a list of stolen credit cards, but not a list of criminals and maniacs.
Now they are thinking of banning toy guns, and they are going to keep the f**king real ones..”
– George Carlin
Heightened Security
Deepened Ambiguity
Hype End Obliquity
Increased Obscurity
Deadened Reality
Blurring Sanity
Diminishing Humanity
Evolution Depravity
Perpetual Calamity
Existence Finality
Collective Responsibility
Paradigm Shift Ability
Awakening Spirituality
Demanding Accountability
Increasing Survivability
Karma Clarity
Existential Morality
Selfish Rationality
Oneness Achievablity
If It Is ?
An act of pure evil
Or act of terrorism
It depends on who is acting
or who is terrorising
If it is one against us
It is pure evil
If it them against us
It is an axis of evil
If it us against them
It is democracy
If it us against one
It is heroic
If is us against us
It is the right to bear arms
If it them against them
It is for religion
If it is themselves against them
It is civil unrest
If it ourselves against us
It is blue lives murder
If it is anyone for other’s resources
It is corporate imperialism
If it is never proven or declared
It is convenient justification
If it country against country
It is war
If it is countries against countries
It is world war
If it is dictator against “leader”
It is silly, dangerous and entertaining
If it continues
it is an eye for an eye
And the whole world is blind
It is isn’t it?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
“Who are you?”
The Who
Who are you?
I am Angelo Devlin
Who is that?
I am me
Hmmm
Who are you?
I am a person
Thought this
Would be easier
Who are you?
I am 51
I have a family
A house
A car
A dog
A job
Who are you? What is 51?
My age
What is age?
A measurement of how long I’ve lived
A measurement based on what?
Trips around the sun
Whew
Who are you?
I have a beautiful wife
A great life
I am a husband, a dad, a papa
I own a business
I drive a truck
I like music / enjoy comedians
I read / listen to books
All that, or I guess
I don’t understand the question
One more time
Who Are You?
Fine
I am a migratory speck of space dust, with an uncanny ability to experience my unknown whereabouts in the cosmos.
With fractional and fractured glimpses of a perceived reality tethered invisibly with other space particles. That through a mystical awareness can feel, think, feel observe, touch, hear, taste.
Experiencing life subjectively through a series of linear illusions that give surrender to memories, feelings and reason. For no point and no purpose, save any notion of narcissistic arrogance that beyond being anything more than a particle or a wave thinks itself special.
To the point, that itself “thinks” it can alter its consciousness, ability to be at peace, change its circumstances, how it interacts with encompassing illusions.
Simply by deluding its awareness and putting it’s fingers on a keyboard and transferring thoughts to a screen
Ok
Who are you?
I don’t know
Perfect, now we are getting somewhere.
Inspired by
Eckhart Tolle
“A New Earth”
A thousand screaming crickets
Perched inside of my right ear
Adjacent to tall grass and thickets.
Make it extremely difficult to hear
Huh, what, for which I’m given flack
It would be quieter at the airport
With the squeals heard on the tarmac
Another thing that makes temper short
A phenomenon anyone would dread
If could only be lifted like a morning fog
Is it crickets, or voices in my head
Then, might not have anything to blog
Splatter shot, connected non sequiturs.
Flag discerning
45 Shit stirring
Reality blurring
Liberties burning
“I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it man, it makes me fucking sick! It’s a round world the last time I checked, okay? Y’know what I mean?
In fact, that’s how we can stop patriotism, I think. Instead of putting stars and stripes on our flags, we should put pictures of our parents #ucking!”
– Bill Hicks
Rant in E-minor:
“A new flag (Patriotism)”
“Better the pride that resides
In the citizens of this world
Than the pride that divides
When a colorful rag is unfurled”
– Rush
“Territories”
It is not for debate, it is for distraction.
The healing debate would be determining the best method possible to rid individuals of their blind and oft dichotomous devotion to a symbol that to them, represents freedom, yet they don’t want it to.
BTW, these are the same people who want to have their cake and eat it too.
No one has died for a flag.
Save for what it mostly represents these days. Corporate imperialism, sabre rattling, bombastic bullying, blatant racism, religious intolerance, immigration scapegoating, Putin puppeteer placating. Deceptive distractions, criminal collusion.
Freedom seems to be one of those magical golden words, those diamond encrusted platinum words, that smell like roses, emanating heat and light, like the life force of the sun, giving rise to hope and wonder. Interpreted individually, elevated spiritually.
Sacred in its deep resonate tonal qualities that inspires one of the highest ideals possible, as the desire for peace and love.
Like the first breath of a newly born bipedal earthling artist (inhale) “freeeeee” all the nuances of this new world (exhale) “dom” settling in with their divinity fully intact, ready for the new adventure.
Freedom is the freedom to express, using whatever means necessary to bring life evolving change. If any one of our fellow space travelers is getting systematically hurt and killed based solely on their skin.
It would be in everyone’s best to take a knee, or perhaps two, as raised awareness might bring about necessary change.
So that when it comes around to anyone who has peachy pigment, baked bronzing, sanguine skin, eggshell epidermis, or jaundice jumpsuit, “state” power won’t come after your bag of bones.
Regardless the color of the container.
So that post natal abortion doctors driving around in a squad car, dont have to give the fully grown fetus the choice to live or die.
Simply because they were afraid, and they have carte blanch to do the states bidding as they see fit. With paid leaves, acquittal and exoneration.
I guess tazers are too unlethal.
“Torn flag”
– Pete Seegar
At midnight in a flaming angry town
I saw my country’s flag
lying torn upon the ground.
I ran in and dodged
among the crowd,
And scooped it up,
and scampered out to safety.
And then I took
this striped old piece of cloth
And tried my best
to wash the garbage off.
But I found it had been used
to wrapping lies.
It smelled and stank
and attracted all the flies.
While I was feverishly at my task,
I heard a husky voice that seemed to ask:
“Do you think you could change
me just a bit?
Betsy Ross did her best,
but she made a few mistakes.
My blue is good, the color of the sky.
The stars are good for ideals, oh, so high.
Seven stripes of red are strong
to meet all danger;
But those white stripes: they, they need some changing.
I need also some stripes
of deep, rich brown,
And some of tan and black,
then all around
A border of God’s gracious green
would look good there.
Maybe you should slant the stripes,
then I’d not be so square.”
I woke and said, “What a ridiculous story.
Don’t let anybody say I suggested tampering with Old Glory.”
But tonight it’s near midnight, and in another flaming town
Once again I hear my country’s flag lies torn upon the ground.
What is flags, football?
The jeopardy question, to the answer.
Two things society can absolutely live without.
Under the category “Idiotic Stuff” for $50.
I’m an atheist, but, not very strong in my faith. Catch myself praying in tight spots.
– Brett Erickson
How can faith supersede proof, using biblical references? That is not faith, that is conjecture. With the supposition being that it was translated with perfect accuracy from Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek. Written down years after they were originally orated, remembered and retold.
Then translated and revised, re-translated and re-re-revised. Depending on who was in “charge” or who wanted to be.
Consider it then, as a printed version of the “telephone” game. It is audacious to regard, that what remains in the hundreds of varied versions printed or audibly recorded, would garner anything but encryption as to what the “word” of God is.
“You know there is a living God that will talk directly to you – not through the pages of a Bible, that forgot to mention dinosaurs.”
– Bill Hicks
Faith has such an intrinsic essence, infused with all the energy of the cosmos. That the words of God, the reflections of the universe, resonate right past logic and reason, bypassing the brain and speaking directly to the heart.
Where this stopped and probably “should” have. Yet fingers kept going.
Having no religion, my “faith” tells me that no all powerful, all knowing, all loving God, drowned “his” first batch of kids.
Genesis 6:7
So the Lord said, “I will wipe from the face of the earth the human race I have created—and with them the animals, the birds and the creatures that move along the ground—for I regret that I have made them.”
– New International Version (NIV)
Conclusion : God loves fish.
Nor did “he” “allow” filial-cide, as a tool of manipulation to “forgive” any bipedal earthling artist of their alleged transgressions.
Perception : The rewriter’s used that to control people to behave to their liking.
“If God is so pro life, why did he send his son here to DIE?”
Tom Simmons
Oddly enough, though one might not extrapolate it from reading this. Methinks that Jesus character existed, just not with the badly believable beginning or eerie awful ending.
Here’s a qualifier, give it the “heart” test.
Could either of the above ring true, if both are contradictory to thou shall not kill?
Strange advice coming from someone whose heart is, perhaps smaller than the Grinch’s. Where rationale, logic and incomprehensible selfishness reside.
Consider, God is the thought, before the thought is “assigned” a word.
“Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid.
Then we assign a word to a thought and we’re stuck with that word for that thought.
So be careful with words. I like to think that the same words that hurt can heal, it is a matter of how you pick them.”
– George Carlin
Based on what you have read so far, is it hypocrisy of biblical proportion to keep referencing it?
John 1:1
In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.
Goin to stop here, before I gut future planned posts, unwritten ones or repeat too many previous ones.
Or go off on some wild tangent that might completely dilute this post.
Somewhat inspired by
– Eckhart Tolle
“A New Earth”
Although Eckhart Tolle, might think me completely insane.
Doesn’t it seem like Don and Kim are two obnoxious narcissists stupid drunk on their own power in the biosphere bar.
Causing a chaotic rabble ruckus enough to get the attention of the bouncer, that one might get kicked out so that both may save face?
Both being able to declare that if they were not separated, all hell would have broke loose and they could have beaten the other one senseless, had they the chance.
Except……….
There are no bouncers.
All the onlookers watch in amusement can see what is happening, with no one egging on, or chanting up either one.
Knowing full well, if they don’t solve it themselves, it will be paused with a stalemate while each get their brother (military, and weapons of annihilating destruction) to perpetuate the fight.
Unfortunately locking the bar doors in on everybody making sure all the patrons get hurt simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
