Driving down, the deep
Introspection highway
If I don’t exist, how can
I do it my way
Hang on loose
Or my Soul will fly away
On one hand
Seem to be here
On the other hand
It is not so clear
Yet, it is with
Both I must steer
Although, not lost
Need some direction
Mirrors on the side
Can’t see my reflection
One more glance
For a failed inspection
Oh, that is it
Pay no nevermind
The past is just that
Put it way behind
Keep moving forward
Map out being kind
At night in the dark
I’m always rolling
Ideas, they come to me
Without even trolling
Nary when I run, yet oft
When I am strolling
Driving on
Many a wheel
Thoughts aren’t
Always empyreal
Still learning
How to feel
Get paid well
It is kind of funny
Not doing this
For the money
Would trade it all, for
Time with my honey
Steve Martin from a 70’s “bit”
I believe that they should allow all foreigners into this country, provided that they can speak our “native” language………
“Apache”
They are coming to take our jobs.
They are taking our jobs.
“They” are not doing anything.
Other than “they” are trying to improve their lot in life and their families.
Think about how bad it must be where “they” came from, that it is easier to put up with some people’s disdain and discrimination, then to go back.
If you are doing a job that pays poorly, requires so little skill and are working for an employer that is so greedy and unscrupulous that they would replace you at the drop of a hat with someone who has less skills, communicates poorly and is willing to work for less, it’s time to find a better job anyway.
Context, context, context.
Realize that “they” is another chance to use the word “Bogeymen”.
BS. It’s not your team. You don’t own it or even a little part of it. Wake up.
Even the owners, don’t own the team, they just manage it, for the corporations.
Time to start thinking about words used, and the “real” use of their meaning.
I guess when a player is traded, that would be considered human trafficking.
I hear this shit, when I briefly have to be exposed to this inane dialogue
Talk about distraction. I’ve actually audibly observed people talking like this.
Blah blah blah, like sheep to a slaughter, bleating out something similar to the following drivel.
Well, you know if my “guy” can jump up and catch the ball and run down the field with it, “my team” will win.
Well, if so and so wasn’t hurt, “your” team would have lost.
Duh, really, that’s what you spend your time thinking about?
Obviously, I am just as bad if I spend my time thinking about what a complete waste of time other people spend their time wasting on time wasting other people’s time, thinking about not thinking.
Shit…..
I guess I should have titled this…..
My Time……………. Wasted.
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Fortunately, though, no one else gets to hear the “drivel” going on in my head. Fractionally, revealed looks like the above, with my self split into the 30,000 spectators cheering on, or booing as to whether or not to post this. It’s much like that to all of the other posts as well.
3 sets of
3 powerful words
3 syllable phrases
I Love You
I Am God
I Don’t Know
The “Most” powerful being……….
I Don’t Know
Jeopardy
Names for $ 500.00
“Helen Waite”
A “Jeopardy” answer to the question
Who is the best “Go To” person to run a complaint department?
It’s hypocritical to decry the evils of socialism while manifesting it.
Don’t believe me, watch a parent enforce sharing and fairness …
“Johnny, I know that is your new toy, (one of way too many) however, Billy, whom you just met, would like to play with it as well, for a time, so to be fair….. Thank you Johnny.”
That is socialism on a small scale.
Unless of course you are the parent who happens to be the one who in a similar situation can say, “Tommy, get away from Suzy, that is “her” toy. No, no, get away.
Not only does she not have to share it, I have explained and trained her not to, she bought it.
She bought it from earning her own money, taking her loaded diapers to the garbage, picking up her spilt milk and toast-e-o’s, and putting her dishes in the dishwasher as soon as she was able to walk, it is hers.
Then you can say you are against socialism.
Oh shit, I just came up with a premise for a new reality show. Okay, don’t anyone “steal” it, “its” my idea.
It could be called “Anti-Socialists”
Or, “Give me that, it’s mine.”
Just kidding, it’s now already out there. I’d watch it just for the entertainment.
The upside of (if you are thinking) that there is no ownership of anything.
The “toy” came from the architect that designed the oil rig, to the engineer, figuring out how to get the oil out of the ground, to the captain of the ship who brought it from site to shore.
Then to the person who brokered it, for the best price to the plastics manufacturer.
On to the truck driver who brought it inland to the factory to add color, change its shape, into something a kid would find amusing.
Purchasing cardboard that made its way from trees, in a similar fashion, to ship it out once again to a store.
The one that can only be gotten to, by a separate process of how that vehicle got made (besides the myriad of ways the distribution of said fuels, required to make that vehicle run in the first place.
With the order bring taken, from a call center on the other side of the planet.
Sending the information back via an underwater cable through fibre optic into the internet, back to another truck driver ready to deliver it.
Guess what, we’re all SOCIALISTS.
The larger scale would be the following.
I needed a mitre saw for a project. Too long to rent one, yet not enough to buy one. Otherwise rental cost would out weigh to purchase cost.
Unfortunately I now have a mitre saw in my garage that will, on average get used twice a year for twenty years.
Would be more than happy to lend it out to a community pool of people in similar circumstances.
Imagine no possessions, it’s easy if you try. // Imagine all the people, sharing all the world. // John Lennon
Oh, Donald!
Define Criminals
“When you label me, you negate me.”
Soren Kierkegaard
No compassion for criminals ?
Which at some point, would keep at least 80% of my Thanksgiving Day dinner guests away. They need to eat.
Depending on what hierarchical level of criminal, you are talking about. After all, Jay Walking is a crime.
Where is the compassion there?
Oh, Donald, Donald, Donald ?
You’ll have my vote, if you start off at the top and do as Vincent Bugliosi suggests, prosecuting that war criminal George Bush for murder.
After all, who instigated manipulated and commanded the killing of more “brown” people than George Bush? Was he bored or just greedy. Turning the defenders of freedom into his henchmen for theft of a slick resource.
Not to mention all the people of all color (Americans) that he sent over there that got killed, on his watch, at his direction.
If the trouble was in Afghanistan, why did he send troops over to Iraq? Bait and switch perhaps, using clever manipulative phrases like if you’re not with us you’re against us.
Oh yeah, no oil in Afghanistan, shit.
Forget Charlotte, (or rather don’t, just stop approaching it, by dehumanizing people) Donald you mindless media mogul. If you want to make America great, help us clean the oil and blood off our hands.
The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder is a 2008 book by former prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi.
It argues quite eloquently that George W. Bush took the United States into the invasion of Iraq under false pretenses, and should be tried for murder for the deaths of American soldiers in Iraq.
Which is not to say we shouldn’t have compassion for George Bush, I’m sure he has a lot of “daddy” issues, we wish he had overcome before sending a lot of other people’s children off to die.
The title phrase, somehow sparked this rant and it flowed unwittingly onto the screen. So I left it here.
Speaking of daddy issues, how did you let the little girl on the playground regress you into making a fool of yourself on national TV?
Sounds like somebody else, never got enough hugs. Time to bow out and get some therapy.
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Rereading that is quite intense.
So here is the cool down, from that exercise in futility.
“Whenever love is withheld and suffering allowed to spread, war becomes inevitable.
Our indifference to our neighbor’s sorrow brings suffering to our door.”
Quote from an Indian Saint, Nisargidatta Maharaj
Dreaming of a world that could have been different, but it wasn’t, cause we weren’t.
No matter what, it turns out the same.
John Trudell
Driving out the bleakness
Pink like me
Blank like me
Oh the tragedy
To be a
Freak like me
It’s with my humanity, I wrestle
Sometimes feel, like an empty vessel
Nothing proud to stand for
Certainly not my skin color
How does skin pigment, have any worth
When it’s strictly, an accident of birth
Society doesn’t seem to be to bright
When it considers, shades of pink, white.
No better, getting on the right track
Regarding anything brown, as black.
Until we are all gray and homogenized
Differences, shouldn’t make us terrorized
Celebrating differences could be grand
If we weren’t making everything so bland
Inspired by listening to the audio book “Black Like Me” by John Griffin
A “Jeopardy” answer to the question :
What is a clever name for a modem company?
Under the category Hidden Things for $200.00
Does anyone else wonder, if Alexander Graham Bell had invented “cellular” phones first, that eventually they would be taken for granted, if the same thing could be achieved on the discovery that you could speak to someone at a great distance over copper wires?
I was just going to leave that paragraph stand on its own, then, this little gem, popped into my recollect. Had to post.
The following is a fine example of why the only public people I take seriously are comedians.
Louis CK on Cell Phones from “Hilarious”
It’s amazing how different shit is now.
And it hasn’t been this way for a long time. It has been a very short time.
Everybody has a phone in their pocket.
Just a few years ago nobody had their phone. It was just the phone. It was this thing, the phone. That was in a room in your house, and then dial this freaking thing, and there was a rotor. And you had to turn it. [rrrrrrr….]. You actually hated people with zeros in their number.
This dude has a zero and nine. How bad do i want to talk to that piece of shit. It’s too much work.
Now we have this, which is amazing. You have this phone that you can call in a air strike. You can look at the top of your own head.
It’s amazing, this shit and it’s wasted on the shitiest generation of piece of shit assholes, that ever lived. I swear to God. We are, we are the worst people so far.
Because we have this beautiful thing, and we hate it.
We are just, “duh nuh.” I have never seen a person going, “Look what my phone can do…” Nobody does that. They all go, “Fu**ing thing grrrrr. sucks….I can’t get it to…”
Give it a second. Would yeah? Could you give it a second. It’s going to space. Can you give it a second? To get back from space.
Is this speed of light too slow for you? You noncontributing product sponge.. Can you just wait?!?! Can you just wait?
Like it doesn’t f***in matter what you are doing. We are all so mad, “I hate my phone. It sucks.”
No it doesn’t. It’s amazing. The shitiest cellphone in the world is a miracle. Your life sucks around the phone.
Why are you so mad at it. People say the craziest things.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 