Celebrate what?
No typo there
Fear end deals
Get ’em now
While they’re hot
Only a few left
“Yeah”, “right”
It’s the Reagan
Economy. (which was) Stupid.
Manifest illusionary
Global fears
Hell bent on
Consumption
Which, unfortunately
Helps the economy
Albeit, living in fear
Now the “arms”
Manufacturers
Can employ the unemployed
To make more stuff
To be bought
So more people
Have more money
To buy more stuff
Never to be used
Mostly metaphorical swords
When plowshares would
Benefit humanity
At our core is the only
Thing we truly need
PEACE
“Is This The World We Created?” By Queen
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need.Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law?
So it seems in the end.
Is this what we’re all living for today?
The world that we created.You know that everyday a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by.
Is this the world we created?
We made it on our own.
Is this the world we devastated
Right to the bone?
If there’s a God in the sky looking down,
What can he think of what we’ve done
To the world that He created?
Or “She”, which would certainly be more in line with the loving, nurturing and creative part, than the masculine hating, disparaging and destructive part.
Bill Hicks “Revelations”
The world is like a ride at an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real, cause that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round; it has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun… for a while.
Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: “Is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, and they say, “Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid – EVER – because… this is just a ride.” And we… KILL those people.
“Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride – SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry! Look at my big bank account, and my family! This just HAS to be real!” It’s just a ride. And we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok.
But it doesn’t matter because… it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. A choice, right now, between fear and love.
The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride:
Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over – not one human being excluded – and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
Politics is tricky. My grandpa is funny, my grandpa, he loves to try and stay involved, but he’s 97 years old and he’s deaf as a post. So, sometimes he misses things.
The other day he is watching tv, big protest, and this is what he says.
“Well of course black lights matter, you ever seen a stripper in the daylight?”
Brett Erickson “Grandpa and politics”
Blue Lives Matter, misses the point.
Depending on what city you are in, and what primary epidermis color the Pavlovian bell ringing media is going to use to identify individuals race’s against each other then;
Blue (officers) can include pink, yellow, brown, red, olive, etc.
Might as well be Storm Trooper’s Lives matter. Have you seen the latest gear law enforcement is wearing?.
Because it seems like (or at least the way my mind works) these are still collection of words, made into phrases that create simple mindless Pavlovian reactionaries to engage in extended Orwellian two minutes hate…
Keeping would be, could be, intelligent bipedal earth creatures from their collective achievement of the awareness that we are all “one”.
With only the slightest whisper of divisiveness as a distraction.
Quite frankly, with this collective awareness, there’d be no need for police of any color, anywhere for any reason.
To which, we could transform that energy into exploring other worlds, galaxies and dimensions.
George Carlin “On little things we share”
‘Cause that’s all you ever hear about in this country. It’s our differences.
That’s all the media and the politicians are ever talking about–the things that separate us, things that make us different from one another.
That’s the way the ruling class operates in any society. They try to divide the rest of the people. They keep the lower and the middle classes fighting with each other so that they, the rich, can run off with all the fucking money!
Fairly simple thing. Happens to work. You know? Anything different–that’s what they’re gonna talk about–race, religion, ethnic and national background, jobs, income, education, social status, sexuality, anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other, so that they can keep going to the bank!
Reacting is fine, it’s the constant counter reacting that gets us into trouble.
Right now is the beginning of a new year.
Not January 1st at 00:00
Either partying or sleeping is not a good time to start anything.
Making projections of change onto a moment when you will be unconscious only delays change for another 365 days.
Start now.
“We teach best, what we need to learn most ourselves. ”
Richard Bach “Illusions”
What I’d like to know is….
Who is the hifalutin omniscient weather person who has the empathetic audacity to tell me that -35° f. 67° below freezing “feels” like -52°f
Inclement Weather !!
It’s f#@king freezing !!
Be alarmed.
Alarms going off, is the alarm, that you have alarms on, to go off in the first place. How alarming is that?
“A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it.” GeorgeCarlin
The solutions that roll around inside of my head to decrease consumption involve creating another consumable, either in product or idea.
Therefore, by keeping them where they’re stored, in my head, reduces consumption.
In other words, just figured out how to do something by doing nothing.
Or what I like to call being efficiently lazy.
Even waaay better than those, reusable grocery bags, that people buy so they can feel better about themselves. Thinking they have done something to help the environment.
Meanwhile, those sit in thousands of drawers, at the redundant end of stuff made solely, to keep those drawers filled.
To be tossed out later, because it never gets used, to start that cycle over and over again.
The only time I see those “green” bags being used, is when someone buys one or two items, they wouldn’t have needed a bag in the first place.
Only to get in their car to drive a few blocks home.
George Carlin “A place for my stuff”
This is my stuff, that’s your stuff, that’ll be his stuff over there.
That’s all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That’s all your house is, a place to keep your stuff.
If you didn’t have so much stuff, you wouldn’t need a house. You could just walk around all the time.
A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it. You can see that when you’re taking off in an airplane.
You look down, you see everybody’s got a little pile of stuff. All the little piles of stuff.
And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn’t want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff.
They always take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you’re saving. All they want is the shiny stuff.
That’s what your house is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get…more stuff!
Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house.
Why? No room for your stuff.”
Whilst reading Bertrand Russell, stumbled across the word concomitant.
Stumbled, I meant read it, in the context of one of his essays.
Always enjoying the discovery of cool sounding and looking words, put it context to understand it better and make use of it.
Like a miniature disfigured statue, below the surface of petrified dinosaur dung, I carved out the following.
While imbibing, with the consistency of a morphine drip, concomitant was her ability to be Dr. Jackie and Mrs. Heidi of love and hate, that not only would it turn on a dime, it melded so closely as to be indistinguishable between laughing tears of joy and hiccoughing gasps of sorrow.
Supplanted in the psyche of the recipient like an upturned silverware drawer on the pavement, there were so many forks in the road, there was no way to turn and arrive at a coherent destination.
Certainly, none that would take you far enough away, without the desperate need to go back and take another direction.
I’m sure there’s a novel on either side of those paragraphs, however need to get back to my observations .
“Think of how it all started: America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,” except Indians, *iggers, and women.
Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.
To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”
George Carlin
Constituted
Or Rhyming Ramblings
The specifics
Of our civics
And its dominion
Based on opinion
Seeks control
Over your soul
Which should enrage
At least Its cage
For it is fallible
Thinking unalienable
Given the plight
Anyone has rights
Too much in doubt
A creator endowed
Speaking of creator
Will get to that later
Being created
Is poorly debated
Manifests confusion
From an illusion
No reality
Of any deity
None uncovered
For the governed
That is the flaw
In this land’s law
A perpetual fraud
One nation under God
Considering all the gamut
No “he”, made the planet
What that false story did
Is mess with our id
Leaving invisible scars
Same, taking credit for stars
No plan from mother earth
Strictly an accident of birth
Completely realistic
Evolving heuristic
Scrapping linguistic sappiness
For deeply imbedded happiness
Conventional wisdom dissident
That anything is self evident
Stated all men created equal
Actual behavior, bovine fecal
Look like Chappelle, Dave
No equality in being a slave
Notion of created
Simply outdated
How about just be
So all could be free
Any hierarchy
Complete malarkey
Or,
Taking context, out for a dance.
(Hope I get it “write”)
To alcohol!
The cause of… and solution to… all of life’s problems.
Matt Groening
Inebriated
transitive verb
1 : to exhilarate or stupefy, as if by liquor
2 : to make drunk : intoxicate
Drunk with a false sense of superiority
To words!
The cause of… and solution to… all of life’s problems.
“Here, is the “dance” part”.
Or, the “Playing with Fire” part.
Minority
3 a : a part of a population differing from others in some characteristics and often subjected to differential treatment
m-w.com
Consider, for the sake of this post, there are no minorities.
Either from the unintentional oppressor, or the seemingly oppressed. However, must needs to have both sides come to a similar consensus.
Minority is relative, depending on geographic planetary location and surrounding bi-pedal earth creatures.
Poorly portrayed in human terms, is somehow, when the word minority is used to describe anyone who is non-caucasion.
My best perception is that almost all 7b+ of us are bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivores.
With all of the technology, words and alcohol at our disposal to make this the best possible world to live in, most of it is wasted on death, destruction, hate, intolerance, suspicion and television.
“The Trees” by Neil Peart, Rush
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas
The trouble with the maples
(And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings
If they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples
Can’t be happy in their shade
There is trouble in the forest
And the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream ‘Oppression!’
And the oaks just shake their heads
So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights
‘The oaks are just too greedy
We will make them give us light’
Now there’s no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw
What if it was me?
To advocate and accept cruel pain infliction on others, if it were yourself, might not be so easily be justified.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 