Call it miraclhnology.
Had to move / extend a “landline” for a fax and credit card machine. Although it’s no longer audible ( the signals beeps and chirps of “machines” “talking” to each other). Remember phone modems?
It is still fascinating that, all that information is running through six itsy bitsy tiny coated copper wires.
Not only that, as that is almost a dead technology, the same is being accomplished without any wires.
Makes me think that the external visible physical technology, mirrors our evolution and has been merely tools to reach the realization that no “hardware” is required.
Soon, if we want to “Reach out and touch someone”, the middle “corporations” can be cut out. I’m all for that.
With “thought” that “channel” will be open to “speak” to whom you wish.
Actually me thinks that always exists, just need to get back to it and use it again.
Yet no one is in charge
WTF
The FBI
Investigates POTUS
And the USSR
Of which the CIA
Was aware
The DOJ
Hands are tied
Deciding if the ATF
Should get involved
Or if it is the jurisdiction
Of the AG
To tell the
IRS to release the returns
So the USA
Can vaguely determine
The corruption
That FOX won’t report
MSNBC will over report
CNN will report all day
ABC, NBC, CBS
Will interrupt regular
Scheduled programming
The BBC will be accurate
Yet no one will
Be paying any attention
Making this world
A better place
To be responsible
For everything
Is all in the hands
Of
Y O U
How will the future historians be able to write or rewrite the instantaneous revisionist history moment we are living in right now?
Without having a perpetual gut laugh long enough to hold their fingers steady at a keyboard?
I suspect it will be the digitized version of what “Winston Smith” did at “The Ministry of Truth”.
While POTUS (Pummeler Of Truth Undermining Society)was relaxing on his 99th golf outing, nearly as many as times as days he’s been in office, said the Health care program would be great and in place soon.
Screen goes blank, reappears as……….
Making good on his “promise” to work and not golf, POTUS signed the bill authorizing the “great”, not only free, but get paid to stay healthy health care bill.
Screen goes blank.
In a disturbing falsehood on the second day of the 45th Presidency, regarding the smattering of people who showed up for the inauguration. POTUS apologized.
Screen goes blank, reappears as……..
On the inauguration of the 45th president everybody was there, the entire planet showed up in Washington DC to honor POTUS.
Screen goes blank.
Displaying childlike and impish behavior, with thumbs in his ears, fingers flailing, tongue out spewing spittle raspberries. POTUS repeated nya nya na na nya. I rigged the election with the help of my creditors, and I’m not going to, nor did I ever say I was going to release my taxes, so “F” off.
Screen goes blank, reappears as ………..
In an all too common gesture of generosity, after releasing every tax return to the public, POTUS decided to use his refund to wipe out the nation’s debt. Parades performed perpetually.
Screen goes blank.
After realizing that the failed unpaid for wall was not going to work, finding out that it can be gotten, over, under, and around. POTUS decided to move ahead with the Great Continental Dome.
Screen goes blank, reappears as……..
At the reprehensible disgust with the horseshit, bullshit, batshit lies that POTUS tells, all “illegal” immigrants have packed their bags, and their families and moved back to where they came from.
Hoping that when they are truly ready to respect and share what cannot be “owned” they may return.
Apologizing as they left to the true ones entrusted with the land in the first place.
The indigenous cultures and first peoples said they were glad to have it back, even though it will take aeons of time to clean up. Figuring that dismantling the shopping malls will take the longest.
Unfortunate “timely” lyrics.
Rush
“A Farewell To Kings”
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow?
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and
Scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred Halls of Truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can’t we find the minds that made us strong?
Can’t we learn to feel what’s right
And what’s wrong?
What’s wrong?
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies
Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes
Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude and
Scoffing at the wise
Can’t we raise our eyes and make a start?
Can’t we find the minds to lead us
Closer to the heart?
Instill and install meritocracy now.
Rush
“Closer To The Heart”
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
They forge their creativity
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart
We are not doomed
We are just digging
Our own hole deeper
From whence
We will have to
Crawl out of……
Eventually
Nothing is “Official”
The reality of
Anything perceived
Is a product of
Your imagination
Loosely tied to our
Collective imagination
Wouldn’t it be then
Chronologically expedient
To alter both in a more
Soul Soulfully satisfying
We are all one realization
There are no degrees
Of separation,
Six or otherwise
It’s an illusion
Placarded thickly
Over the mind’s eye
“Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.”
Bill Hicks
Where this should have stopped
On second thought
So as not to destroy it
I will
Artificial light
Artificial protection
Mystery is gone
Under blinding lumens
Everywhere you go
Braveless brilliance
Nothing to lurk
In the darkness
Keeping you alert
With your senses
Iridescent intuition
Dangerously dimmed
Acquiescent to fluorescent
Almost too much in need of led
A near bludgeon from halogen
24 hours of daylight we lust
Must be ourselves we don’t trust
Uninspired from an unfortunate observation while driving to the gym at 5 a.m. of so much illumination, could have gotten there without headlights.
Think it’s possible
Our flawed
Alleged leader
Watches so much
TV now
He used to too
Like Looney Tunes
Sees himself
As Wylie Coyote
Ordering from
“ACME”
The “MOAB”
To drop on
The Road Runner
If it lands on himself
He arises seeing
Twirling stars
Commercial break
Starts anew
To try again
As no one actually
Gets animatedly hurt
Speaking of “MOAB”
Mother of all bombs
In its current
Cycle of
Recite and repeat
That the
Talking head
Script readers do
Could there be
A more vulgar
Disparaging
Insulting
Euphemism
To describe a
WMD
Whimsical
Morals on
Display
Than Mother
The birthing
Nurturing
Family gathering
Creative force
That brought
Us all here
On a more
Destructive device
Meant only
To destroy
Annihilate
Instill fear
Disseminate hate
Or is it just me?
Must have spent
Too much time
At the Griffith Observatory
Examining our
Place in the cosmos
Internally and externally
And the absolute
Fragility of this
Existence to
Be lobbing
Rocks at ourselves
OK, it is just me.
From “The Police”
“Murder by Numbers”
“Because it’s murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3,
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC’S
Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3,
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC’S
Now you can join the ranks of the illustrious
In history’s great dark hall of fame.
All our greatest killers were industrious
At least the ones that we all know by name.
But you can reach the top of your profession
If you become the leader of the land,
For murder is the sport of the elected,
And you don’t need to lift a finger of your hand
Because it’s murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3,
It’s as easy to learn as your ABC’S
Murder by numbers, 1, 2, 3,
It’s as easy to learn as your A, B, C, D, E,……….”
Bill Hicks
“They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ‘cause otherwise we’d be free.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t believe their *ucking horseshit lies, nor the *ucking propaganda machine of the mainstream media and buy their horseshit products that we don’t *ucking need and become a third world consumer *ucking plantation which is what we’re becoming.
*uck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers.”
“Pardon me, I have nothing to say! “
George Carlin
I’m working on a new product development for verbal diarrhea.
Not sure how to administer it, as the people who need to take it, aren’t likely to.
It’s not even so much that it’s toxic sludge that breathlessly burgeons nonsensical non sequiturs into the atmosphere.
It is the insecurity of being able to appreciate silence.
Maybe it only bothers me, as it is now competing with the voices in my head.
New Pepto Oral
Controls verbal diarrhea
It coats the voice box to the point of being able to ponder long enough it’s value to the betterment of society, or at least enlightenment in general, as opposed to rumors, hearsay, aches, pains, bewildering non sequiturs, negativity, etc.
I’m sure I’ll be a Trillionaire if I can ever get it produced, and figure out how to administer it.
That’s me.
: not able to communicate with other people
M-W.com
I’d like to blame it on the full moon, as the moon is always a full moon. Even though there are times when it is obscured by earth’s shadow, it’s still a full moon.
Somewhere between my brain and larynx, the synapses seem to be playing the telephone game.
Even though I hear what I intend to say, with all the clarity of 2 + 2 = 4, somehow it lands garbled in/on most recipients ears as 2 + 2 = 5 or 17 ÷ 3.14 or worse.
Circumstantially forcing me into further redundant dialogue while deciphering what words can be used so at the end of the unplayed telephone game, that it will make sense in the context intended.
“.backwards words say to used I ,again go I there ,shit Oh”
George Carlin
Unbridled
Incomprehensible
Blatant
Hypocrisy
I think it would be great to ban the use of all chemical weapons. All chemical weapons.
If we want “them” to stop using chemical weapons, “we” need to stop too.
Science 101
The periodic table is a tabular arrangement of the chemical elements, ordered by their atomic number (number of protons), electron configurations, and recurring chemical properties.
All weapons are made of chemicals.
Aluminum
Ferrous Oxide
Lead
Copper
Silica
The chemical combined with other chemicals heated to make camera lenses to display the murderous capabilities of the deathening feared phallus fireworks for mindless economic consumption.
“I don’t mind about the war, that’s one of the things I _like_ to watch, if it’s a war going on, ’cause then I know if our side’s winning, if our side’s losing…”
Roger Waters “The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard”
Intro to “What God Wants, part I” from “Amused to Death”
There are no “sides” to a sphere.
The poignant last half of Roger Waters
“Amused to Death”
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We oohed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Groups ’round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data in their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Looking at the world through a windshield. 