Britney Spears Inspires
Five Finger Mantra
Work Dude Parody
You better work dude.
You want to lose weight
You want a big truck
Need to be debt free
You gotta work dude
Make your wife happy
Respect your children
Listen with both ears
You gotta work dude
Be always at peace
Knowing thy true self
Move beyond the stars
You gotta work dude
Do everything best
Get to work on time
Be glad what you do
You gotta work dude
As seen in fivefingermantra.wordpress
The external world, is easy to scrutinize
Internal world, is the one that mystifies
Finger is pointing, away at all times
Three directed back, you do realize
With it’s own faults, it means to criticize
Look in the mirror, so many to categorize
Your own worst enemy, regardless of size
Know it is true, just damn hard to realize
Easily distracted regardless how one tries
Be your best self and ignore all of the lies
Love yourself the most, do not despise
Fix the inside and the outside will vaporize
Recognize both, knowing they coincide
Peace and heaven on earth will be the prize
Inspired by
“The Untethered Soul”
Michael A. Singer
And
“The Voice of Knowledge”
Don Miguel Ruiz
And
The shenanigans going on at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave
Why I keep to myself and my thoughts to this blog. I have a commercial drivers license, enjoy driving and am generously compensated. With just enough free time to jot these posts here before I sleep.
Hence the titles “Looking at the world through a windshield.” “Observations from the loose nut behind the wheel.”
A typical evening departure consists of giving my sweet-ums a kiss, after dinner and an entirely too brief of a visit.
Off to work I go. Arrive at the “yard”, to pre-trip (safety check the fluids, air, lights, etc.) the tractor. All good, go into the dispatch office.
Sit for a moment, to update “log” book (government /society) required paperwork, tracking, on duty, off duty, and driving time. At a table with (to protect his identity) “Kevin” the constant complainer.
To be torturously treated to a tireless tirade of this place sucks, they cheated me out of my pay whine, cry, anger, vent, bitch, moan and complain.
My first, just past survival reptilian instinct was to (just kidding) tear off his head, excrement down his gullet, reattach it long enough for him to be quiet, till I could get my dispatch, hook up three trailers and leave, in peace.
Instead, used my mamallian brain to say.
Umm, Kevin, you knew when you “bid” your run, might have to wait w/o pay for the first hour, till the other driver shows up. Yeah, but, whine, cry, anger, vent, still was shorted and cheated on pay.
Oh ok, if you inform management of the discrepancy, they’ll fix it. More whining, crying, anger, venting, nobody knows what they’re doing, this place sucks.
It happens so rarely, I don’t remember it happening to me. Willing and qualified drivers are getting harder to employ.
The last thing trucking companies want to jettison is a capable albeit a crusty, crass, complaining curmudgeon, over a few bucks.
Then, in one of those slow motion instant replay “oh f#@k” what just blurted out of my mouth moments, I sternly said, “why don’t you just quit?”
WHAT? Start over someplace else?
In my head dialogue, after instantly knowing, already said five words too many. Why don’t you just quit?
You’ll gross between $80 and $100K and you are fretting over a few fixable fivers.
You drive through and into sparsely populated states on well maintained roads (save, a few short stretches) in safe equipment with a matched 401k and good health insurance. Whew.
Fortunately the company doesn’t know this, if money was no object, I’d do what I’m doing for free.
Since I already opened mouth once, might as well try again if only to participate in the bizarre social experiment of humanity.
Off to the turn and transfer terminal to tentatively tell my tale of the repugnant reprehensible ridiculous rantor.
Who briefly held the bid I’m now running and switched because it was horrible and no one helped, left to soon and blah blah blah, personifing victimhood to a tee.
Am unfortunately aware probably should not be having fun at someone else’s expense. However, really needed to dissipate the disturbing dark dialogue diabolically drenched on my day.(night)
Plus, probably a more human thing to do and interact with people, since I am working with them 5 nights a week.
One of the coworkers, who had his fair share of negativity with complaining Kevin, seemed a bit shocked that mild mannered Angelo would say anything.
Ta da, conversation practice accomplished, brief and benign. Dock work wrapped up, head out to hook up trailers, to return. Same driver, approached me out in the yard to point out a feature on the new trailers being placed into service in the fleet.
Learning this human interaction might be useful and kind. Then he described a similar situation he had of a complainer. Except, felt the bigoted compulsion to use thenword.
Aww *uck, here we go again, another reminder why I keep my interactions to a minimum, so as not to give a$$holes one too many opportunities to stick their foot in their mouth and show off their lack of intelligence.
When I told my tale, did not refer to that driver as a cracker complainer. WTF is wrong with people? Race had nothing to do with it.
Will there ever be a paradigm shift in our consciousness in the content and context of thenword.
Even Bill Maher was recently on the borderline of being blasted from his home box office soap box?
Granted, his context didn’t exactly reveal prejudices, just poorly spoken in a manner that was cringe worthy.
Time to wise up or, take the approach that Dick Gregory suggested years ago, by using thenword so much it loses its meaning.
Certainly Katt Williams is doing his best of using it so much, it doesn’t mean anything anymore.
Unfortunately, the only reason thenword had any power is that we’ve collectively agreed to isolate it and allow the word to be a distractive focus.
If you read the three 99% posts, parents were far from perfect. However, I appreciate that they never instilled any racism, homophobia, or religious hierarchy into my being.
At this point, I’m thinking, could run through an entire 11 – 12 hour shift and not speak with anyone. Even at the half way point where the drivers meet to rework the trailers, before departing on their return.
Quite sure everything could get accomplished with nods, hand gestures, grunts, finger points, winks, mumbles, head turns, whistles, waves, foot taps and eyebrow furrows.
So as not to be subjected to the privileged pinks, prides and prejudices.
Maybe the universe presented me with these situations to learn to better appreciate my own situation.
Bad idea?
Poorly executed?
Oops, not exactly a killer pun.
Just a reminder, no one has ever been harmed by symbolism.
Not to familiar with Kathy Griffin’s work. Her Howard Stern appearances make her interesting. Seems goofy and slightly obnoxious with Anderson Cooper on New Year’s eve. An attention grabber with her wryly sell-effacing d-list celebrity status.
And now this, again, oops.
Hindsight being 20/20 as it is, for a more effective point and less controversial / gruesome display, she could have made a mockup of his hands and pseudo severed tweeting thumbs.
Staging it in such a way to cap off the poignant mockery by pulling a page from his modus operandi handbook and completely flat out denying it ever happened.
Deny it (provable actualities) saying that it is “fake” news. Seems to work for him.
Her only apology should be for her “bit” not being funny. As comedians are our modern day philosophers, of which they need to get laughs to be truly effective.
Besides, how does anyone know this wasn’t just another “staged” distraction to ignore the actual goings on, of his Paris debacle and Saudi Arabia disaster.
Not being conspiratorial, at this point, everything needs to be considered.
What Kathy did, brought no harm to anyone. Even his 11 year old son, of which the D, could have reasonably and lovingly explained it to B. That for the job, that the petulant president does, it comes with the territory of some people not liking it. While having the right, albeit not very funny, to express opposition to it.
In private, not using his son as a public “poor me” tool. Besides it only highlights how selfish it was for a 59 year old to impregnate anyone, so an incarnated spark of the divine has a dad as old as a great grandad.
Meanwhile, the policies, edicts and executive orders, actually affect people’s lives. Still trying to enact an unjustifiable travel ban on essentially Muslims. Which gives racists fuel for their bigoted fire.
Likewise, adding linguistic kindling to that flame by suggesting that other immigrants are criminals and rapists. Scapegoating (other than pink) races as the cause to all of life’s problems.
That was tried before with governmental sanctioned murderous results.
Einstein theory contemplating of
Everything happening all at once
In some dimension right now
I am a Donald J. Trump
Begging for approval
The American public
Begging for leadership
I am the pilot of Enola Gay
Pulling the lever to the bay doors
Releasing little boy on
Myself as the 1236th person
Melting from the heat
I am the first coin ever traded
And the last dollar ever spent
I am the air in the tire and
The point of contact where
The rubber meets the road
A single cell amoeba flowing
Out of the primordial ooze
I am the 313th bible rewritten
Used to scare the shit out of me
Not to worship golden calves
I am the drying blood
On Jackie’s pink coat and
The magic bullet not going
Through JFK and Connelly
I’m being the fly on the
Windshield of the presidential
Limousine watching all
That is happening with no way
To communicate it.
I am the last vestige crack
Splitting wide open in the
San Andreas fault dropping
Half of California into the ocean
An engineer designing the rebuild
And the naysayer
Suggesting it will work
Am the butterfly in the tornado
Desperately flapping my wings
Trying to stop what I caused
Vomiting up the red pill
Hoping Morpheous
Will let me take the blue pill
Not sure if any of that made sense, however,
That was fun
Going to have to
Make a part two
Or have I already?
Giving a heads up
If a smile can transcend race
Then laughter might transcend racism
A nod generates acceptance
Add a wink for a warm touch
Eyes make the connection
The nose minds its own business
A hand gives a pat on the back
With an arm will help lift someone up
Add another for a good hug
Friendly mouths express kindness
Listening ears may open hearts
Broad shoulders to weather storms
Find yourself resting on your elbows
You won’t hit your funny bone
No need to get a leg up
When you are on equal footing
Neither being the butt of jokes
Knee slapping ones are encouraged
While not disturbing the Achilles heel
Backed up with a spine
Mindfully knowing what’s best
With hats off to everyone
Billboard up ahead
The land of the free, because of the brave.
Feeling warm, staunch and fuzzy, already.
Or, for when we are not trying to convince ourselves of the benefits of imperialism.
Could read as….
The land of the braves, once free, yet because the once perceived enslaved (oppressive taxes / religious persecution) opted to move in and move the braves over to reservations relegated to the least habitable land as treaty after treaties were broken, ignored and pared down.
Not enough room, for that reality on the sales billboard……shit.
“It’s the old American double standard. You know, say one thing, do sumpin’ different. And of course the country is founded on the double standard. That’s our history. We were founded on a very basic double standard. This country was founded by slave owners who wanted to be free.
Am I right? A group of slave owners who wanted to be free. So they killed a lot of white English people in order to continue owning their black African people so they could wipe out the rest of the red Indian people and move west and steal the rest of the land from the brown Mexican people, givin’ them a place to take off and drop their nuclear weapons on the yellow Japanese people. You know what the motto of this country aughta be? “You give us a color, we’ll wipe it out!” Got it!”
George Carlin
“All this was inspired by the principle – which is quite true in itself – that in the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies.”
Adolf Hitler
Trying to sell our selves nobility in the face of stupidity and the ignorance of our past. So the collective, can swallow the patriotism pill, do a little flag waving, chest thumping, beer drinking in deluding themselves they are “free”.
Meanwhile the banks are living free off the interest, the government gets its share by pulling the trigger of the paper pistol to “freely” collect “its” taxes.
I once heard that if the middle class workers were paid in cash on Friday and had to give a 1/3rd to 1/2 away on Saturday there’d be a revolution on Sunday and it would be over by Monday.
Instead we passively play possum as our digital dollars are digested by greedy governments and corrupt corporations.
I get it, I’m guilty as well, I’m playing the same game as everyone else, pay my taxes and buy unnecessary stuff too.
I’m just not convincing myself in some failed freedom fervor that negates the essence of my being by adhering to a concept that holds no meaning.
The only elusive illusion of freedom that I might barely perceptibly have, is in the coveted notion that I get to think that I think, critically and otherwise.
Time to step off the tireless treadmill, long enough to take in an objective view of the cultural enslavement sold to the masses as freedom.
Where to next, since oppressive taxes and religious persecution, rears it’s ugly head.
Mars? So “The People” can push along the grays or the greens?
Theres a nice and slow, easy does it, 240 year evolutionary cul-de-sac.
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From previous posts, since I haven’t figured out how to reblog my own material.
Freedom
Freedom is the measurable distance between you and your watch, wallet, phone & keys.
And
Freedom Gratitude
Even though you are not free, but would like to express appreciation.
Thank a teacher.
Better yet, thank a farmer or rancher who, albeit selfishly, helps bring to your table, the means necessary to keep your biological powerhouse going to give you the illusion you are free.
Giving up some of your hard earned money to pay an expendable mercenary, to protect the interests of its corporate master does not guarantee nor protect any freedom.
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I guess maybe it is all due to the dictionary in my head, that tells me what freedom means.
That I would have the ability to traverse other dimensions at will. Travel through a wormhole to the empty space between galaxies to watch the birth of a star or witness a super nova.
Disintegrate my body and perhaps reanimate it to that of a big blue whale peacefully swimming in the ocean.
All sorts of freedoms that do not include harming others to make me feel free.
As for brave, the only thing I’ve done is post this.
Transparency:
the quality or state of being transparent.
m-w.com
Sounds good, would like things to be clear, easily understood with an openness unmatched, yet…
It is only
Convenient transparency
That is desired
Sorta upfront
Maybe occasionally
Strategizing in plain view
Communicating clearly
Doesn’t happen
Can we really lift the veil
Of concealment
In government
When in our personal lives
Nary is the clarity
Of transparency
Between
Siblings and parents
Sibling and siblings
Parents and children
Parents and parents
Males and females
Browns and pinks
(not using black and white is about as clear as I can get on this one for clarity, it is a telling epidermis accuracy thing.)
Races and racists
Teachers and students
Friends and family
Friends and friends
Enemies and friends
Bosses and employees
Managers and employees
CEO’s and bosses
Customers and vendors
Clerks and customers
Corporations and customers
Science and religion
Religion and religion
Religion and spirituality
Police and citizens
Judges and lawyers
Banks and borrowers
Media and “facts”
So deeply mired in the stupor of our attachment to egotistical concepts, ideals, notions, transfered in shouts, whispers, innuendos, sidebar conversations, it is a wonder we think we can achieve any kind of transparency in the abyss of darkness.
Apparently have
Given this
a lot of thought
Can we change
any time soon……
Transparently not.
“Evolution is slow, smallpox is fast.”
George Carlin
Special Counsel
Investigation Committee
Person of Interest
Hijacked election commission
Independent prosecutor
Impeachment proceedings
How many more times will this narrative be regurgitated and repeated?
Doesn’t some of this fall under the umbrella of insanity as doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results?
At this point, the distractions are coming so fast and furious the blurred lines are colluding unintentionally with the frail fabric of our psyche.
Mired in the muck of ugly truths, alternative facts, bogus beliefs, psychedelic perceptions.
Same shit, different administration.
From “What am I doing in New Jersey”
George Carlin:
“I really haven’t seen this many people in one place since they took the group photograph of all the criminals and lawbreakers in the Ronald Reagan administration.
Yeah! Yeah! 225 of ‘em so far! 225 different people in the Ronald Reagan administration have quit, been fired, been arrested, indicted, or convicted of either breaking the law or violating the Ethics Code! 225 of ‘em!
And Edwin Meese alone… Edwin Meese alone has been investigated by three separate Special Prosecutors and there’s a fourth one waiting for him in Washington right now.
Three separate Special Prosecutors have had to look into the activities of the Attorney General, and the Attorney General is the nation’s leading law enforcement officer!
“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.”
Lord Acton – Dalton
“Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.”
Maybe “this” time it will work. Yeah, right.
Still, we feed the beast in some cryptic delusional bang your head against the wall sadistic ritual. Why? Hoping that solves the problem, yet knowing it will feel better when we stop.
Maybe it is due to the meme, that we only use 10% of our brain. Which is simply not true, we use all of it, just not in a way that is conducive to evolving in a manner that honors the essence of our being.
A being of pure light, and unconditional love, with infinite capabilities that transcends time, space, ego, greed, gender, hierarchy, possession, geography and belief.
“99% of my life I was lied to ”
EMINEM
From “My name is”
Part 3
May be messed up with good reason
Subterfuge, deceit never out of season
Behave as you’re told us you’ll be pleasin’
Hold different concepts both believing
Confusion and self-reliance be achieving
The next part sounds like pure fiction
Bizarre way to live, under this condition
Happy marriage was the supposition
While mom loved a sweetheart in prison
Dad ignored it without painful recognition
After way too long, they would be ex’s
Yet kept a business running to do taxes
Even though, each got new spouses
The one released from prison, believe this
The other, meek and quite as a mouse is
Family secret went years unobserved
Told none of my friends, they never heard
Don’t know about you, but I think it’s weird
This darkness kept inside unperturbed
Till sound of silence has been disturbed
Worked for them early on, I was just a lad
In an office across alley from my grandad
Worked for him too, overall not to bad
My mentor being my uncle made me glad
All the lies going on, could he be my dad
Back at the office to make things clearer
Spent so much time, twas like living there
Under the watchful eye of two way mirror
To a seven year old can be much terror
Under such scrutiny to not make an error
Short while back suspect dad may be gay
To which offspring would, be way okay
Believing 2nd family reject him w/o say
Yet it’s his own he won’t give time of day
Olive branches extended, still go away
All because of money he owed anyway
Was going to leave that last line out
Expose the ugliness is what this is about
Yet taking away financial, loses its clout
Removing that, will bring no turnabout
Before $ came in play, the end was en route
All from an inspiring lyric, that I selected
Here to be here and not to be dejected
Continue building on the life I’ve erected
Making sure no one else feels rejected
On a positive note leaving this ended
Looking at the world through a windshield. 