More or less
Moral-Less
Ridiculousness
Trump’s, Digress
Korean Address
Not Impress
Big Big Mess
No Finesse
Shared Weakness
Global Stress
Kim Jong’s Duress
Distraction Yes
Russian Chess
Diplomat Dismiss
Puppeteer Caress
Flynn Redress
Manafort Confess
Clean Up Mess
Constitution Transgres
Nation Distress
Expose Taxes
Too Suspicious
Prosecution Success
Ousted Oval Office
To Federal Fortress
End Recklessness
May God Bless
Inspired by the great broadcaster and exquisite communicator Rachel Maddow in describing a situation with the administration, said more or less. Which my ears heard it as the Freudian flub of moral-less, either way the context fit. Certainly as it applies to number 45.
“North Korea best not make any more threats to the United States. They will be met with fire and fury like the world has never seen,” Trump said. “And as I said, they will be met with the fire and fury and, frankly, power, the likes of which this world has never seen before.”
– Donald Trump
In Korean, this translates to “I have know idea what I’m doing, please don’t be scared, I’m just fooling my base. Thanks.
Obviously the Donald wrote that himself. It is simple and repetitive.
“Every dog is brave on his own doorstep.”
– Irish Proverb
Consider it would be braver to admit that you are hurting and in need of affection than attacking because you feel weak.
US, so empirical, because it has been pushing it’s own back against the wall .
We are the greatest. We are number one.
The most powerful office / man in the world. None of which is true.
Manifesting delusional arrogant hubris blinding the collective of its necessary frailties that regarded, would keep it humble.
Newly striving to be the greatest by being the most peaceful and helpful, generous and wise, kind and forgiving.
“Well, we like war, we like war, we are a war like people. We like war, because we’re good at it. You know why we’re good at it?? Cause we get a lot of practice.
//
We average a major war every 20 years in this country, so we’re good at it. It’s a good thing we are. // Can’t educate our young people, can’t get health care to our old people, but we can bomb the shit out of your country all right.
//
Me, I look at war a little bit differently. To me, war is a lot of prick waving.
Men are insecure about the size of their dicks, and so they have to kill one another over the idea..
That’s what all that asshole jock bullshit is all about. That’s what all that adolescent, macho, male, posturing and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about.
It’s called Dick Fear.
Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another to feel better about themselves. // Basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem.”
– George Carlin
“Rockets and penises in the Persian Gulf”
Maybe if the Donald considered that the first two practice targets were Maralogo and the faulty tower he might have been more reticent in sabre rattling and prick waving.
I wonder if that nudnik’s rhetoric causes actual harm and death, if he will be able to wash the blood off his thumbs?
You know the problem isn’t the Democrats or Republicans, that is just Coke and Pepsi. Same crap different can.
It’s the problem we keep voting the same d-bags in every single time, and we believe the same lie every time.
I’ll do what you elected me to do, the check is in the mail. I didn’t know she was 17. Every time.
//
My biggest fear is one day one of these kids is going to be President, and he’s going to have a lot of trophies. He’s not going to know what losing feels like.
He’s not going to have humility and he’s not going to have grace. Someone’s not going to sign a trade agreement, and he’s going to hit the nuke button. We’re going to be so high, we’re just going to watch.
As that nuclear fireball rips the flesh from our skeletons, our last thought is going to be….Pretty colors.
– Christopher Titus
“Neverlution”
It’s in the mirror
A deficit of being
What I am seeing
Learn new words do i
To consolidate my speech
Best communicate
The looks I must get
As if though three heads have I
Adds to the regret
To open my mouth
Lets out ridiculousness
Hard to decipher
Once used cognizant
When it seemed appropriate
All heard, turned and groaned
Much to my chagrin
Ooh, look at Mr. Big words
Fine, will keep mouth shut
Guess I’ll use newspeak
Say double plus good aware
Think that might just work
For the knuckle heads to hear
Ooops, did not mean to be mean
Would speak from the heart
If I actually had one
See my dilemma
Am deaf in one ear
Can’t hear out of the other
What is it you said
Besides my hearing
It’s my poor listening skills
Can not comprehend
Some use emotions
It’s that I don’t understand
There’s no hope for me
Is there hope for me
It does not seem like there is
Save mirror be gone
Don’t know haiku rules
If contractions are okay
It seems like cheating
A tanka to close
Just read the definition
From dictionary
Maybe I just need to write
Let others respond to that
“A whole wide world
An endless universe
Yet, we keep looking
Through the eyeglass In reverse
//
In different circles
We keep holding our ground
Indifferent circles
We keep spinning round and round”
Rush “Territories”
– Neil Peart
Nothing to protest
Caught up in nothing
Nada, zilch, zip, zero
Less than nothing
Like the content of the man
Empty, substance-less, a void
Which is not to say, he does
Not need, desire and deserve
Lots of love and compassion
(That’s what I’d need in those shoes)
Perhaps, just not the attention he gets
Save the rest for his visitations in prison
Heard a broadcast of people protesting
Trump’s tumultuous transgender tweet
Making mockery of military malevolence
And I am thinking. WHY ?? It’s a tweet.
It is not policy, The generals rejected it.
The base loved it, regardless of outcome
Nothing changed. No thing. Know that.
Recycle, repeat, Alter, recycle, repeat
He didn’t serve, His enlistment deferred.
It was a technological Tourette typing .
Like a tick turding on a tree in Texas
Bringing applause to vile excrement
If lights and cameras were shined
On that pesky pine poop producer
His insatiable ego would keep going
Thinking his stool, sniffed, smells special
For in the oneness of the greater all
There are parts of me that are him
Likewise parts of him that are ye
All of which is the collective us
The optics are based on a slight of hand
Perceived illusion is what we make it
Properly ignored will make it go away
Or addressing it within ourselves, it’s gone
“It is just a ride”
– Bill Hicks
Down and up
Over and again
Hold on tight
And buckle in
The pens down
The notes finished
The bullet passes
The rope tightens
The chair tips
The pills dissolve
The car starts
The exhaust fumes
The gasses pass
The bridges open
The waters, deep
The pavement ends
The blades sharp
The tubs full
The powers on
The timer ticks
The bucket kicks
The curtain closes
The casket shuts
The incinerator fires
The ashes disperse
The rain falls
The grass grows
The worms consume
The flowers bloom
The petals open
The bees buzz
The seed plops
The eggs drop
The rabbit dies
The storks fly
The gender reveals
The canal opens
The levy spills
The light shines
The skin dries
The tether severs
The lungs indulge
The eyes wide
The lips smack
The nose twitches
The speakers sound
The cartons round
The milk quells
The bladder spills
The mom woops
The baby poops
The morning dawns
The night falls
The state numbers
The store sells
The fibre swells
The content smells
The land fills
The glaciers melt
The heats felt
The drains maimed
The health blamed
The inoculations begin
The pharmacies win
The cycle starts
The toddler farts
The indoctrination commenced
The minds fenced
The parent rules
The ignorance fools
The alphabets learned
The numbers churned
The screen weens
The brain un-cleans
The sunny days
The outside stays
The game plays
The screaming yays
The jumps roped
The hoops luped
The jacks won
The marbles lost
The fun had
The nary cost
The bikes ridden
The adults forbidden
The jumps made
The landings splayed
The red rovers
The partys over
The mothers hover
The fathers cower
The banks drained
The balance remains
The zero gains
The brainwashing resumes
The too soon
The bullies swoon
The lectern looms
The history ruins
The reality assumes
The truth told
The corporate mold
The deeds cold
The product sold
The easy way
The way say
The simple explanation
The lost imagination
The same repetition
The swallowed regurgitation
The creative stagnation
The questioners rebel
The answers fail
The seekers sail
The minds un-jail
The roads clear
The wheels steer
The futures near
The passions fire
The enlighten desire
The frustrations ire
The never tire
The others inspire
The paradigm shifts
The mind swifts
The hell desists
The heaven exists
The peace persists
The stars align
The creative design
The futures mine
The non-existent time
The temporary sublime
The mother earth
The again rebirth
The whats worth
The seeds planted
The chance granted
The truths implanted
The life understanded
The religions upended
The experience demanded
The rides started
The oneness imagined
Was going to “stop” at The casket closes
I guess this is why I keep writing
Enjoying the roller coaster I am riding
Like existence it is never ending
Therefore it had no beginning
If I don’t publish now, it may never end.
“All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
Bill Hicks
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order.
Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron.
The Big Electron.
Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh.
It doesn’t punish.
it doesn’t reward.
it doesn’t judge at all.
It just is.
And so are we,
for a little while.”
– George Carlin
“The Clairvoyant”
– Iron Maiden
Is it me or is it shadows that are
Dancing on the walls.
Is this dream or is it now
Is this a vision or normality I see
Before my eyes.I wonder why I wonder how
That it seems
Every day
I feel a strength an inner fire
But I’m scared
I won’t be able to control it anymore
There’s a time to live
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live but isn’t it strange
That as soon as you’re born
you’re dying.
Just by looking through your eyes
He could see the future
In through your mind
See the truth and see your lies
But for all his power
couldn’t foresee his own demise
There’s time to live and time to die
When it’s time to meet the maker
There’s time to live
That as soon as you’re born
The socioeconomic house of cards we are living in is built solidly on the concrete foundation of maybe. Laid out in the formless forms of apathy. Secured to the rebar of what if? Poured into the rocky foundation of hope.
.
Of course it is not as if, we are not playing with a full deck, but rather that most cards seem to be jokers, disguised as kings. With a lot of crazy eights mixed in with wild two’s.
Just when you think the deck is stacked against you, a few walls shatter and fall. Letting light in to expose the frailty of the kings. Regardless their crown and sword, they are the same size and bend as easily.
The diamond one, worn out and as crooked as his club counterpart in digging a hole with spades. That has the whole structure teetering on the edge of the abyss.
Structurally supporting no more or less, than say a five or nine. Black or red, neither is more suited for the task at hand, yet it is the ones with heart seem to be able to carry a heavier load..
“For Living”
“O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
& perfect our lives”
– Jim Morrison “An American Prayer”
“If God is so pro life, why did he send his son here to DIE?”
Tom Simmons
God sacrificed his only son
That is the distortion
What is the difference between that
And a post natal abortion
Suspending rational disbelief
Playing hell with your emotion
Robbing you of your divinity
Like a covert Soul extortion
“The crucifixion, nothing in my entire life, struck me as more intellectually absurd, than the teachings of the crucifixion.
Nothing, because they read like this. God so loved the world that he, “He” sent his son via a woman who never had sex. (So the “perfect” woman is this “Virgin” mother).
(Excuse me, no offense Mary, you know I am a fan, but I’m tired of her insults, that she had to be a virgin in order to be a mother.)
That in order to prove how much he loved the world, he would slaughter his own son for no known cause, for what purpose?
Do you derive, from this nonsensical lesson that, see how much God loves the world, look what he is doing to his son.
Does this strike you as, even remotely absurd?
For what is written, is only printed said
An invisible bogeyman to be dread
Fictitious Martyr? Your sins? He bled?
Time to evolve, before we are, all dead
Last line was used to make a rhyme
I know that we are all going to die
Just do not want to go before my time
Fear a loving being, seems to be a crime
The proof is in the belief, just to show ya
There was no ark, or a man named Noah
Search in your heart, you will know a
Loving APAK God would not drown ya
APAK (All Powerful All Knowing )
From “The Power of a Half Hour”
“Align your values, with God’s values.”
– Tommy Barnett
Does that mean? If you don’t like how your kids turned out, with the minimal effort you put into them. Drown them?
Genesis 6 : 5-7 New International Version
5 The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time.
6 The Lord regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled.
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)
(WOW, premise to manipulate & comtrol. If it can be.)
Translated and revised
Numbered and categorised
Implemented and hypnotized
Orated then, now televised
Disbelieved, be demonized
Distorted and improvised
Revised and re-revised
Adjudicated and paralyzed
Justificated and devised
Contradicted and compromised
I guess the fish were safe. No?
Have had these discussions before
Then I am told. Well, it is a metaphor
Open to vast interpretation makes it lore
Different conclusions make basis for war
Well I mean, life is sacred? Who said so? God? Hey if you read history, you realize that God is one of the leading causes of death.
Has been for thousands of years. Hindus, Muslims, Jews, Christians, all taking turns killing each other because God told them it was a good idea.
The sword of God, the blood of the lamb, vengeance is mine, millions of dead motherfuckers, all because they gave the wrong answer to the God question.
‘You believe in God?’
‘No.’
*BANG* Dead.
‘You believe in God?’
‘Yes.’
‘You believe in my God?’
‘No.’
*Bang* Dead.
‘My God has a bigger dick than your God!’
That’s how it is, isn’t it?
Thousands of years, and all the best wars too, the bloodiest, most brutal wars fought all based on religious hatred, which is fine with me.
Anytime a bunch of holy people want to kill each other, I’m a happy guy.
– George Carlin
Written many things, none more bolder
Why isn’t love, weapon of Christian soldier
No closer to an answer, I still get older
Is the “real” info, in a classified folder
.
Trying to figure life out in so many ways
Even listening to the “Bible in 90 days”
Tried reading bible, thoughts go astray
A book of truth, borders on devils play
For your forgiveness I am beckoning
It is everything I can not stop questioning
Save yourself, will deal w / own reckoning
This is neither the end or the beginning
Trial before Pilate from Jesus Christ SS
I look for truth and find that I get damned.
– JC
What is truth?
Is truth unchanging law?
We both have truths.
Are mine, the same as yours?
– Pilate
Reinterpreted via – Andrew Lloyd Weber
Jesus died for our sins. Except…
He did not actually stay dead.
So, what did he sacrifice?
His weekend?
Jesus “sacrificed” his weekend
for your sins.
– Anonymous / Unknown
“Hey, buddy! C’mere! Mr. Funny-man, c’mere! Hey, buddy, we’re Christians, and we don’t like what you said.”
“So then forgive me.”
– Bill Hicks
“I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we’ll ever understand, a higher order.
Call it what you want. You know what I call it? The Big Electron.
The Big Electron.
Woooohhhh, woooohhhh, woooohhhh.
It doesn’t punish.
it doesn’t reward.
it doesn’t judge at all.
It just is.
And so are we,
for a little while.”
– George Carlin
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
“God is the voice that says, I am not here..”
Don DeLillo
I am thirsty
Yet hydrated
I am hungry
Yet satiated
I’ve diarrhea
Yet constipated
I am whole
Yet decimated
I see clearly
Yet blinded
I hear well
Yet deafened
I am free
Yet apprehended
I am great
Yet lessened
I am bored
Yet fascinated
I am at peace
Yet tortured
I am simple
Yet complicated
I am stable
Yet unbalanced
I am solid
Yet perforated
I am healthy
Yet wounded
I am broken
Yet mended
I am new
Yet replaced
I am scribbled
Yet erased
I am separate
Yet blended
I am eaten
Yet regurgitated
I am sane
Yet demented
I am dark
Yet enlightened
I am well written
Yet misread
I am God
Yet Deviled
I am understood
Yet miscomprehended
I am starting
Yet finished
All this, because I noticed I was thirsty after having drank plenty of water.
Then like a flowing faucet, fingers found phrases to fast and furiously fill frameless form.
“Pick Your Battles” ensures that if one is going to spend a considerable amount of time and resources in fighting for a certain issue, it should be worth it.
Hence choosing the battles you wish to invest your effort in becomes important.
There’s no point in sweating on the small stuff..
I am battled out.
It’s all small stuff
It is all small stuff
It, is all small stuff
Stuff
: to push (something) quickly and carelessly into a small space.
Like an overloaded suitcase stuffed with lots of small stuff is no longer small stuff stuffed. But, rather a burgeoning conglomeration seemingly to behave as something larger than its parts.
Battled out
No clout
Just one more
Metaphor for war
War against the mirror
Hazard to myself
– Pink
External ones are easy
Internal ones make me queasy
Just as you can choose to pick your own battles, and you can also choose to pick not to battle.
This opening Bill Hicks quote is a bit dated, however, in light of Trump’s twisted tweet, seems fitting.
“Here’s how I feel about gays (transgender) in the military.
Anyone… dumb enough… to want to be in the military… should be allowed in.
End of #ucking story. That should be the only requirement. I don’t care how many push-ups you can do – put on a helmet, go wait in that fox hole. We’ll tell you when we need you to kill somebody.
I’ve been watching all these Congressional hearings and all these military guys and all the pundits going,
“The esprit de corps will be affected, and we are such a moral…”
Excuse me, but aren’t you all a bunch of #ucking hired killers? Shut up! You are thugs, and when we need you to go blow the fuck out of a nation of little brown people, we’ll let you know.”
Bill Hicks
Although am well past the military age of service. 50 plus. Which is what the age it should be. There would be a lot less volunteers,
I would be a lot more comfortable being in a foxhole with someone who is LGBTUVWXYZ Then I would, living with myself, knowing that perhaps I just killed some grown fetus, or was about to at the behest of someone who ordered me to.
Under the guise of fighting for freedom and taking out a sovereign bipedal earthling artist. Whose only reason for being aborted by a bullet, tank, drone strike, flamethrower, stinger or tomahawk missle, is because his or her planetary geographical location is over a resource.
That a group of corporations sought out the government’s gang of hit men to hire, at taxpayers expense, to secure the location helping maximizing profits.
“I spent 33 years and four months in active military service and during that period I spent most of my time as a high class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.”
– Smedley D. Butler,
War is a Racket: The Antiwar Classic by America’s Most Decorated Soldier
In consideration of the crass corporate collusion crafted to commandeer crude commodities.
Maybe it would be better if everyone was banned from the military.
Of course, if it is not for corporate reasons, it is usually religion.
“Military cemeteries around the world are packed with brainwashed dead soldiers who were convinced God was on their side.
America prays for God to destroy our enemies.
Our enemies pray for God to destroy us.
Somebody’s gonna be disappointed! Somebody’s wasting their time!
Could it be.. everyone?”
– George Carlin
Perhaps if all the war participants were not being killed, wouldn’t have to order up so many replacements.
“Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”
– George Carlin
In the “long” term there is no reason for any military. When we have evolved into beings of love and light and contemplating the ethereal, playing with toys of death and destruction will seem so yesterday.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 