Mr. Gorbachev “Tear down this wall”
Actor, as President “Ronald Reagan”
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I’m no mathematician
Nor do I play one on TV
Or even sleep at a Holiday Inn
I are just a goofy guy
That spends a lot of time
Behind a windshield
Thinking
Thinking
Besides watching the road
And traffic around me
Thinking
Questioning
Listening
Reasoning
Watching and realizing the “followers” of the orange faced blond are heading toward a buffalo jump. Trying to take the non-herd with them.
There’s a chasm up ahead, stop, or at least slow down, before it’s too late.
The Wall
While it sounds nice that you can tell the populace you will build something at someone else’s expense. It is simply not true.
The “tariffs” imposed on products entering this country, (guess what) are paid for by the consumers, in this country.
Soooo, who is “paying” for this “wall”?
Retaliatory tariffs are only going to make it more difficult to sell this country’s products there. Putting people out of work here. Hmmmmm.
Anybody else read / listen to “The World is Flat”? By Thomas Friedman
We are all on this spaceship together protected by what is left of the ozone layer. Segregating a compartment off, that you need access to is silly.
Very amazed and silent when I hear coworkers yammer on as if “the wall” solves all the world’s problems.
There are ways around, over, under, or through it.
Also scary to hear, the giddiness about the notion that what’s his name is going to send in the nation guard to patrol Chicago.
If the problem is too many gun deaths, how is sending in more guns going to solve the problem?
Hmmmm.
The blind leading the blind.
Nobody reads the same book twice. Let alone, read the same book that someone else has read.
However imperceptibly slight, something has shifted, something has changed.
Either by conscious awareness which has altered your cognition as to what you “read” the “first”, “time”. Could be insight, inspiration, distraction, moved emotions.
Likewise, nothing is the same as when you read it. Simply put, your blood has moved, oxygen has circulated, digestion has occured, cells have died, etc.
Also, the planet has rotated, the sun and stars have aligned, or misaligned.
Knowing that, makes me wonder how there are best sellers. Or, why you would read a book someone suggested. It simply won’t be the same as what they read.
My consummate fear is that everyone is already acutely aware of these and other observations..
Making these writings simply the Neanderthalic ramblings of the metaphorical hare running around thinking he’s discovered some brilliant profundity ahead of everyone else.
Meanwhile, the tortoise is gleefully observing my mental regurgitation of holographic manifestations projected into my surroundings, for its own amusement.
Or
Blanket interpretation of a “law”.
“I was never molested by any person, but by those who represented the state.”
Henry David Thoreau “On Walden Pond”
I am peripherally aware of some vague notion of a “municipal code” that makes it “illegal” to pile up snow from your property to the city’s property.
(Hmmm, isn’t that my property too?)(I pay my taxes.)
Anyway, me thinks this “law” was intended to prevent people from making giant piles of obstructive snow, that make it unsafe for traffic to see or navigate around.
I use a snowblower to do my sidewalk and my neighbors, since they are nearly 90. When they see me, they wave and are always grateful.
I “feather” it out evenly, so as to not attract the attention of anyone thinking I’m “violating” some ordinance.
Not only that, I cut the snow stream off when vehichles are approaching. Besides, I have to drive down the street too.
Someone with a goody two shoe stuck up their butt, decided to inform local “law” enforcement.
Unfortunately, it was my elderly neighbors who caught the brunt of the police warnings and potential fines, as their sidewalk looked like mine.
It was sad to hear how audibly shook up the neighbor lady sounded on the voice mail she left. I called her back to assure her, I will take responsibility.
After 43 years at their house, this has never happened and they’ve been pushing their snow out to the street, long before I ever helped.
Yes, I said Big Brother is watching. Again, sounding crestfallen they showed up at her house. At least I got a chuckle out of her, when I made a loose lipped comment about those “fascist bastards”.
Think, “Stormtroopers”, (there’s irony) as magically as this white s#!t appears, it “magically” disappears.
Leave the elderly couple alone.
It’s not the brandishing of authority. (our collective unconscious has established that archetype, that could be undone if we were all just a little more responsible).
It’s the bland-ishing of humanity, whereas, since people are so weak in personally dealing with a situation (talking to the resident personally) instead of giving more power than necessary to a state employee to do their speaking for them.
You can’t convince a believer of anything; for their belief is not based on evidence, it’s based on a deep seated need to believe.
Carl Sagan
This should come as such a relief
Regarding one or any of your beliefs
That there are so very many
Any resemblant, there aren’t any
Off you mind, this should be a ton
Anything close, there are none
If you think you share a collective
Surely must realize this is deceptive
Perhaps yes, it would be so nice
If you think, perhaps just once, or trice
At your core, you know it’s true
No one believes what you do
May be close, may be similar
Examined again, nothing’s familiar
It’s only a perceived corroboration
Of an illusionary contemplation
A figment of your imagination
Requiring minimal articulation
The one that get the most abuse
Is when God is used as the excuse
So many books, so many clues
Isn’t it obvious, it is just a ruse
I’m not disparaging any one religion
I seek clarity and I get confusion
Conjuring omniscient deities is delusion
Adhering to this, is evolutionary obtrusion
Hard to take serious, C’mon be real
If it is only based on what you feel.
Facts are about as solid as the empyreal
No doubt, no patriarch in any ethereal
(Well, (a very deep subject) that took a poetic life of its own. That was supposed to be a simple rhyme to introduce this segment. Gee Zus, I wish I knew where that shit comes from.) I’ll go with this tangent for now and attempt the other one at another time, or not.
I question stuff exhaustively, and do not accept much, without running it through the mill for my own clarity. I have nothing to prove to anyone. After all, you could “prove” something to someone nine days till Sunday.
Have printed charts, graphs, expert testimonies, concrete evidence, video footage, sworn statements, etc. If the person or persons don’t believe you or only accept it partly, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, so why bother.
Likewise, if someone felt compelled to do the same in reverse and you do not accept it, then we are all back to square one.
Besides, I don’t want to be right, I want to be understood.
Or………. Losing My Marbles
“I guess I wouldn’t believe in anything, if it weren’t for my lucky, astrology, mood watch.”
Steve Martin
God as a marble.
Thought Experiment.
Could also be God / Beliefs / Atheism
Since I have no visual or kinetic way to show the theory I’m contemplating, will do my best to use the only tool at my disposal. Words, strung together into sentences to paint a picture.
Let’s say, I have a marble.
“I have a marble.”
Ok, enough funny stuff.
A regular marble will do. However, since I have some innate sense to make simple things as difficult as possible, will not just be using a standard size marble.
One that has the yin yang insignia on a side in black and white and the same on the other side, except in rainbow colors.
Half of one side with a slightly raised surface around the artwork and the other side smooth like glass.
One more particular to be as thorough as possible by making the marble out of that “mood” material so that temperature differences changes the color.
For fun, lets consider God is a marble and the proof of existence, is now you know you have God in your hand.
For the best way to see and feel this marble, is to place it between your thumb and index finger. With that, you can now roll it around, notice the textures and watch the colors change.
You realize you really like and love this marble, understand the intricacies of this marble. What’s next? Yep, you want to share this marble. Yet, it is so special, do not want to let go.
Problem solved. You’ll keep your two digits on it and to show someone else. Now you move it around. The other person is enamored by its intricacies and iridescence.
Now, they put their finger and thumb on it and have a close sense of what you have been describing to them. However, most of what could be seen is now obscured by four digits.
Plus as each person describes to the other, what they experience, it differs by mere context.
Atheism is simply believing in a non belief.
Did not mean to make this into a three-part transcript which the following, is what I intended to communicate in the first place. The other would have found its way to a screen sooner or later.
Somehow it all fits. (I think).
Eminem from “Beautiful”
Meanwhile I’m just standin’ there
Holdin’ my tongue tryna talk like this.
‘Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then cause I wasn’t tryna impress my friends no more.
This whole thing came about, because I was relaying a story of how my grandfather had put his tongue on a frozen pole and lost probably 30% of his tongue.
The response I got, was the person described to me that that wasn’t true. My grandfather just lied, because he had an ugly tongue and I never saw him put his tongue on the pole or pull his tongue off the frozen pole. Or ever saw what I was told, that at the time, parts of his tonge was still there.
It became immediately obvious that this person was just trying to be a contrarian to stir the pot. Although I didn’t see myself getting mad over the dialogue, glad I recognized the intent and played along.
However, it got me to thinking could the contrarian be “right”?
My grandfather has long since left this world. Or did he? As I write this I believe I remember him. Or do I? I have photos of him. Yet, those can be doctored. People hide truths. Maybe the tongue story is bs.
I believe I am writing this to land on a screen somewhere. Just cause it’s in my head and as I perceive it, it is getting typed out. Yet, if some mainframe, loses its power and this “disappears”, I will only believe I wrote it.
I’m quite sure, I have beliefs that not only would people not entertain, they would think I’m as goofy for trying to equate a belief as a marble.
That is the tragedy of beliefs.
This needs a better ending in view of alternate facts.
How can the collective convince the corrupt convincor king we are not convinced of his convoluted convictions.
A belief, like experience
Is merely perceptual.
The reality, of it is,
Strictly what you decide.
Their substance, is what
Voids are filled with.
Who or what, is
To prove otherwise.
Sheeeesh, I wish I knew from whence this stuff comes from. As for right now, it appears to be my thumb.
News Worthy?
“Scientists announced today, that they have discovered a cure for apathy.
However, they claim no one has shown the slightest interest in it.”
George Carlin
Consider
It’s all fake news.
News
: new information or a report about something that has happened recently
Gossip
: information about the behavior and
personal lives of other people
m – w. com
Close enough.
I could rest my case there, but since I am writing this for my own entertainment, I’m going to keep going.
“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.”
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 “The News”
It is a distraction, like movies sports and television. Albeit a highly profitable one for the corporations that are playing for pay.
Relevance
CNN Cave Neanderthal News
With reporter Slough Dawn Progress
Today, after aeons of linear “time” and an incalculable number of generations since her ancestors once flowed out of the primordial ooze, first swimming, then crawling and eventually standing upright. Eva Lew Shun here, has developed the growth of a new appendage.
(Where this should have stopped.)
Her great uncle Stan Dean Tall and aunt Lena Dover Nomore through telepathy, taught her that by harnessing the power of the universe, aided by infinite intelligence could summon the will to manifest another digit from her wrist.
With excitement and apprehension, she is looking forward to putting it to use. She is going to call it a thumb. Artists and scientists are also eager to duplicate the implementation of the opposable thumb.
Eva has been picturing in her minds eye, that with this thumb, tools can be designed and made, so that a cave can be made to her likeness and in a place where she chooses. Adam Nitwit says he will help build it with her.
Eva Lew Shun’s only apprehension comes from when she shared this thumb concept with a few others who, for one say it won’t work, its never been tried.
Others think it is a counter evolutionary and “bad” things will come from it. The reason they are calling it an opposable thumb, is that they are against it.
It is predicted that from this will come the ability to make better cave drawings.
(Stop, Stop, this can only get worse.)
Hang on to that thread
It becomes a string
Then like a shoelace
Perhaps next a cord
On to a small rope
Or a skinny chain
Then next a cable
To a bigger rope
And a thicker chain
Something you can
really pull yourself up
with and be the person
you want to be.
I just discovered I have
I just discovered I have
I just discovered I have
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Continuously Obsessing Compulsively
On Character Disorders
Need to fix this myself
Need to fix this myself
Need to fix this myself
Looking at the world through a windshield. 