Either classroom president or POTUS?
Really, what is the difference?
“Democracy is a Flawed Theory”
Doug Stanhope
“Democracy is the worst kind, I’m sorry, but it is.
We get to pick our “leaders”…..well……
What if I don’t want a leader? Where does that vote go? I do good on my own, I don’t want to be “led”. There, is that freedom?
American Idol was the number one show on television // those are the people picking your leaders, with less insight than they put into whether Rubin Stoddard should win an award. It’s dumb.
These are not leaders, they are manipulators and in general serve themselves, while placating a Pavlovian populace.
Detrimentally deluding themselves of democratic decisions and the dangers of a “tyranny of the majority”.
“Power tends to corrupt, absolute power corrupts absolutely”
John Dalberg-Acton
Leaders lead, in ways that do not include, pandering to diametrically polar opposites, so that each side perceives that they are getting what they want.
Popularity by perception, self or peers.
Teacher. Supreme Court. A tiebreaker??
Either one is on the take, to their best perceived reciprocity.
Supreme Court. A prominent position, perhaps? Might need some other favor? Might be returning one? Hmmm?
Teacher. Student might be more helpful in the classroom? Parents could show appreciation? Too many vague variables.
All the whilst, everyone is on the take.
Therefore, if people did what felt right in their nature, a meritocracy blended with a technocracy would gradually emerge, and the “flawed” aristocratic plutocracy system that is heading towards an autocracy, would end of its own accord.
mer·i·toc·ra·cy
1 : a system in which the talented are chosen and moved ahead on the basis of their achievement
Something to think about.
Taking the time to vote, to wish that your candidate “wins” the popularity vote, gets a little befuddled after you leave the voting booth.
Especially after you overhear someone mention the electoral collage, or was that college, or collusion, which it might as well be collusion, for all that anybody has ever been able to explain or understand, the Electoral College in the first place.
Now you head home, confused whether or not, or how much that, if your vote even counts, or if you left any hanging “chads”.
Or the screen went fuzzy, as you submitted your votes, on the machine that looked way too similar to the one just featured on that news document about electronic voter fraud.
Happy Voting!!
People think I do my best work faking insincerity .
It is not that….., I don’t care, I do.
It just doesn’t appear, or seem as such.
I already feel, this will be difficult to explain, but here goes.
Even though, I am only explaining it to myself, as this, is being typed to solely, or rather soul-ly to benefit me.
I’ll just let it find its way, onto the screen, and if I have to, re-sequence it later for clarity, I will.
For starters, I have an innate sense (of which, can’t really explain) that reincarnation is real. Beyond anything I’ve ever read, or heard.
Reincarnation : M-W.com
: the idea or belief that people are born again with a different body after death:
Kind of like believing in god, regardless of how clever, convincing, or passionate one can communicate that, there still is absolutely no proof.
Therefore, faith is just a perception based projection of reality, modified to best suit, ones own perceived needs or desires.
Faith, according to M-W.com
: belief in the existence of God :strong religious feelings or beliefs.
To make my point, the following quotes are from the movie “Contact” which ironically only prove to disprove my point.
[Ellie challenges Palmer to prove the existence of God]
Palmer Joss: Did you love your father?
Ellie Arroway: What?
Palmer Joss: Your dad. Did you love him?
Ellie Arroway: Yes, very much.
Palmer Joss: Prove it.
Or ufo’s, big foot, the loch Ness monster, Noah’s ark etc. Quite frankly, the way I seem to be wired, could disprove my own existence. I sometimes do.
The thoughts that roll through my perceived mind, could easily be, the random result of the orchestration of sound, generated from cricket legs, atop a jello mountain, under a suspended vertical body of water, where the seven eyed fish are listening, with their zorba gills, dreaming of a bipedal earthling writing this at a keyboard.
Who is to prove otherwise?
Now that “we” have that established,
(“we” as in there must be more than one entity in this biological vehicle directing the phlanges to press the alphabetical registering keys to magically manifest digitized pixels on the screen to read. )
I seem to look at things very long term, (which could be bullshit too), if you go, with Einstein theory, reasoning, that time doesn’t exist, and everything is happening all at once. Unfortunately and frighteningly, makes sense.
Joe Rogan: says:
(Not for me, but in a “bit”)
I think it’s a good idea to be paranoid, now and again because, I think people are entirely too cocky for the situation that we’re confronted with, with what, this life actually is.
We’re on a fucking giant ball that is spinning in space, and nobody talks about it. It’s going a thousand miles an hour.
Floating in the sky above us is a giant fireball a million times bigger than the Earth, and you need it for Vitamin D.
If you stare at it you’ll go blind, it’s trying to give you cancer and if it’s not there you get sad…… We’re spinning in infinity……..
Whew, I’ll never get through this. Will someone, please clean the turtle wax out of the zorba gills? Thank you.
Where was I? Oh yeah, faking insincerity. Sometimes I think I “should” try to be more human. Which seems to include a lot of complaining, of which I do too.
My complaints, though, are mostly about the complainers. For example, it seems most of the people, I work around, (which, is not really, for I drive by myself for 9 + hours, round trip) where the intermittent interactions audibly observed, get an earful, of this place sucks, management doesn’t know anything etc, If “they”only did it “my” way, it’d be perect.
If you don’t like it, quit, or help change it.
Humans have such an incredible capacity to do, or be anything they want.
Why would a person spend one breathing moment, to remain in a state of perceived aggravation.
Yikes, that last paragraph was for me, more than anybody else. I’m just aggravated, from all the other angles in the mirror, that you can’t see.
“Don’t trust anyone who isn’t angry.”
John Trudell
Maybe that is why, I have a bumper sticker on my car, that reads.
“I’m doing what I’d rather be doing. ”
Oddly enough, it was like driving in La, the traffic never bothered me, because I did nothing to create it.
Whether reincarnation is “true” or not, it is at least a concept to live life from, for the alternative is quite bleak to have this much fun, only to become worm food or shark chum, depending on where you cease to exist.
“Hallowed Be Thy Name” Iron Maiden
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time
‘Cause at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there’s some sort of an error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming
It’s not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don’t I believe that there never is an end?
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell “God be with you”
If there’s a God then why has he let me go?
As I walk, all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near, I’m not sorry
Catch my soul ’cause it’s willing to fly away
Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
Don’t worry now that I have gone
I’ve gone beyond to seek the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you’ll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hallowed be Thy name
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Hallowed be Thy name
This went nowhere, other than it entertained me to write it.
A word on a page.
Fighting for freedom
A bogus notion
An oxymoron of sorts
Just hard to argue with
As the holder of the concept
Is so entrenched
By blind belief
That Freedom
Loses its freedom
By mere captivity
Of a definition
Not only that, But
7b plus interpretations
Makes it a tad
Watered-down
Like a pure
Crystalline snowflake
Melting in the mud
On a sunny night
Captured on a pebble
Evaporated quickly
To start the process
Of meaning something
A bi-ped can cling to
Knowing it’s freedom
Is once again trapped
Making it
No
Longer
Free
Christmas in July or , August, or September?
Whatever, the business person “needs” it to be.
Will someone please kill Santa Claus?
Or at least the bogus social mores meme that perpetuates blatant consumerism for the redundant sake of such.
Not to mention the deceitful use of a non existent entity, to garner the unwitting control, over infinitely intelligent, baby bipedal creative beings.
“You better behave and tell the truth, Santa Claus is watching”
Wouldn’t it be great, let’s say, if children between the ages of two and four all of a sudden, had this uncanny and nearly miraculous ability to speak the language, in full content and contextual understanding?
So much so, that at some point, when a parent runs out of patience, trying to discipline their child, that they play the “Santa” card.
“You better behave and tell the truth, Santa Claus is watching”.
Upon hearing this, the child gives a gentle, ah-um throat clearing, and says.
Excuse me, dear parent of mine, the “reason” I am here, (since you did nothing, to prevent me being here,) is to be a teacher, with you being my student.
I am a spark of the divine, a being of love with all the creativity of infinite intelligence and aeons of cosmic wisdom.
As were you at one point, unfortunately the loving divine being that you are, somehow got buried under ceaseless distractions and mindless manipulations.
Therefore, think of me as a biological magic mirror. We have so much to offer each other in wisdom, love and transformation.
Let’s not waste anymore incarnations manipulating each other to consume ourselves to de-evolution and death.
That was the soft sell approach to make the same point as if the child all of a sudden said,
You lying parental mother fucker, how dare you say that, with a “straight” face, “knowing” you just consciously used deception in order to get me not to lie and, or manipulate me, just because you are tired and have a headache.
Get your shit together, I am more wise, then you can ever imagine, and if you pause for a moment……
In your heart you know it’s true. Now let’s get on with your fucking training.
Louis CK “Other people’s kids” from “Hilarious”
“I like kids, parents, I’m not crazy about.
Most parents — Like, this whole country, our thing is the children.
We have to do it all for the children. And, meanwhile, nobody gives a shit about how they raise their kids.
People put minimal effort into it. They have–their kids — They’re, like consumers of their kids.
Like, they want to call customer service.
“Why does he play video games all day? I don’t understand why he plays video.
“Maybe ’cause you bought him a f@*#ing video game. You idiot. Throw it a –Throw it away! Who told you, that was a good idea?
A developing mind. [Grunts] f@*#ing idiots. My kids, don’t even watch television.
And when I tell most other parents that, you know what they say? They go, Aw, f#@k you. “Why?” Just ’cause f#@k you. “f#@king” hippie weirdo.
“They’re gonna grow up weirdos. “Cause they don’t watch, just f#@king anger and colors screaming in their face. [Screams]”
If your kids watch TV , here’s what you should do.
Just — if you think that’s really a good idea, to have ’em watch tv, next time your kids are watching television, just come up behind them, when they don’t know you’re there, and just… turn it off… without any warning.
Just go–pfft. (Click). Watch what happens. They go — [Screams] Do you think, that’s a good sign?
You think, it’s a sign, that it’s healthy for them? That, when it’s taken away, they go–[Mutters].
Because you’ve created such a high bar of stimulus, that nothing competes. A beautiful day is s#!t to a child now.
A gorgeous, panoramic day with hawks catching f@*#ing mice, and flying away, and bears with f@*#ing fish in their teeth.
And the kid’s like, “I want to watch the television! This is nothing!”
That’s what’s wrong with our kids. They can’t just stand, and be a person without — Baa! Blah!
First lesson, stop plopping me in front of a brightly lit screen, or handing me one. It hurts my eyes and corrodes my consciousness..
The preceding ( whatever you would call that ) is just one more reason I never had any biological reproductions of myself.
Actually, writing this makes me realize it was a mathematical solution.
I just calculated in advance, all the multiple ways I would have inflicted unintentional psychological damage.
Duplicating any of the neuroticism rolling around in my head and instilling it into an information gathering sponge, would have been child abuse anyway.
Thank God, my non-biological, chosen children are not indoctrinating the grandchildren with any repugnant religious rituals.
Save the corporately controlled crass catastrophic caricature Kris Kringle cultivating chaotic consumption.
Yikes, I’m sure somewhere in the above the Richard Bach meme applies to me.
“We teach best, what we need to learn most ourselves.”
Of course, if the Richard Bach quote isn’t a meme, it should be.
Nevermind, there are a no “should’s”, things are such as they are.
Oh shit, that’s it, I’m guilty too. Go watch TV, there is stuff I need to do.
(Elapsed time)…
While this was in its “draft” form, an opportunity presented itself, to just keep enough of an eye on two of the grandchildren, (not to get out of control, while “watching” tv,) in between doing, what I was doing.
Can’t write this, and not “learn” from my own “lesson”. Offered up to the kids, hey let’s go read. Eagerly, they abandoned the TV and followed me into the library.
Just trying to put my money where my words are.
Thinking back, that’s where I got plopped then gravitated to. Watching “Smokey & the Bandit”, “Gumball Rally” then playing Atari “Night Driver” and “Space Invaders”.
Oops, as Roseanne Roseannadanna would say. “Nevermind”
Guess it all works out for the best. The glass screen I stare through now is riddled with bright oncoming headlights, red receding taillights, sunrises, sunsets, all the while listening to “Coast to Coast” (space invaders).
Must need work on some social skills still. Otherwise this shit just ends in a post like this.
DNA Kits
Interesting, but absolutely useless.
Save manifesting the creation of work, for some biology student in need of a job to pay back his or her monstrous school loan. Putting that education to work handling some stranger’s saliva.
Ewwww.
The ads I hear, increasingly with new companies coming in to the market, are selling the same “kits” to break down what your “genetics” allegedly are.
The responses, these companies should send back, without testing anything is.
Thanks for the money, our test results show that you are an earth creature, part of Gaia consciousness.
While your genetic make up, is not too far removed from all of our primate predecessors, there was an evolutionary paradigm shift, millions of years ago that sparked an awareness of self and others.
“I DIDN’T COME FROM A MONKEY, I COME FROM JESUS.”
Joe Rogan
A lot of people don’t like to think that human beings came from monkeys, and it is usually for religious reasons.
You know, you talk to people and they tell you they know, that they came from Jesus, they didn’t come from a monkey.
You’ve ever get in those conversations, where someone says they know.
NO? BRO, (Brother) I know I came from Jesus, BRO I know man, I came from Jesus BRO I came from Jesus, I didn’t come from a monkey.
“Ah, aren’t you like 30 ? “Hey, how do you know so much????…… there are dudes that have studied this for thousands of years? You got it wrapped up?
I don’t know if I came from a monkey or I came from Jesus, because I’m pretty fucking dumb and I’ve done no research whatsoever!
All right? But I’m honest! And you know what else I’ve done? I like to memorize shit that smart people have already figured out.
It is a huge time saver! and everybody should do it! Instead of saying you know, go and read some shit.
One if the things they figured out, is that they mapped out the human genome… whatever that fuck that means!
It is like the ingredient for people? or something, something? and what they found out was that people are 96% chimpanzee!
That’s a lot of monkey! I mean It is something even worth arguing? If I gave you a sandwich, which is 96% shit… and 4% ham, would you be willing to consider that ham sandwich?
WE ARE MONKEYS!!
It doesn’t mean there’s no god! That’s where everybody gets crazy! It doesn’t mean everybody has an answer, or that you’re right! No one saying there’s no god!
All I’m saying is maybe, God made a monkey, which doesn’t like to think it is a monkey and lies a lot!
Does that make sense? That’s makes way more sense! That’s what we do!
So, before you devolve back into using only your reptilian brain, instead of your mammalian brain, we’d like to suggest you become aware that you are a person, a human being, a bi-pedal earth creature.
Unlike anybody else, and yet like everybody else. On one hand, being unique in thought and purpose.
On the other, you each have bones that make up your skeleton. Regardless, that there are almost 8 Billion bi-peds, you still share just 1 of 4 blood types.
You also, all breathe the same oxygen, and are warmed by the same gaseous fireball millions of miles away.
Our test reveals you should not be wasting any means of currency on trying to decipher your useless genetic “history”.
Your money will not be wasted if you take this information and opportunity to just be the best person you can be without categorizing your self for your self.
(Or others, who may now want to use this freely given “information” to somehow being used against you.)(oops, didn’t “think” about that aspect of it, did you now?)
Side note, how does that thought not permeate our collective conscious or unconscious in this heavily surveilled world?
Your test results show, you have no predisposition at all for disliking, hating or killing any of the other creatures on this little green blue sphere floating magically around the sun.
Your genetic code, also reveals, you have an incredible capacity for serving, helping and being kind to your fellow “space” travellers.
George Carlin, ” The planet is fine”
Everybody’s gonna save something now. Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails. And the greatest arrogance of all, save the planet.
What?
Are these fucking people kidding me?
Save the planet?
We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet. We haven’t learned to care for one another—we’re gonna save the fuckin’ planet? I’m gettin’ tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. Tired. //
The planet will be here for a long, long, long time after we’re gone and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself ’cuz that’s what it does.
It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed.
Which absolutely nothing will change otherwise if you happen to have a piece of paper or an email stating what your genetics are.
Is like alike like
If someone posts on Facebook that someone mutually known dies, and the poster isn’t quite sure of how they think you feel about the deceased, do you dare “like ” it?
Perhaps that little thumbs up icon might be acknowledging that you are now aware of the deceased.
Or could it mean that you are actually glad the person is dead?
What if you don’t know how the FB poster feels, and they “like” a post about the dead person, how is a person supposed to feel?
Wouldn’t you then feel obligated to now explain what your perception of the many definitions of “like” mean to you and how it relates in the context of a Facebook post?
I don’t “like” this at all. All over a four letter word and some goofy emoticon representing a digitized pixel painting of a “thumb” facing skyward.
The latest “text” message on the ems (electronic message sign.)
Tailgating is for football, not for highways.
Might as well say, stop that clever texting and read ours..
Maybe the drivers are tailgating, because they are too busy reading their state’s DMV texts.
That, or getting on their phone dictionary trying to decipher which meaning of the word tailgating was intended.
If tailgating is for football, then maybe everyone on the highway is on their way to the game.
I guess, either the state or the taxpayers feel like money was wasted on those signs, if nothing is up there.
Ergo, the only message up there, should maybe be “Buckle Up” .
All others would be to warn of an accident up ahead, slow down. Or, slick road conditions up ahead. As long as it is in “real” time and occurrences.
Not sure how many times I’ve read slow down, accident ahead. Only to have gone waaaay too many miles at a lower speed, thinking it must be around the next bend.
Then I realize, oh yeah, the state posted that, not exactly a model of efficiency or clear communications.
“Don’t drink and drive”, is another useless one. If one doesn’t realize that, before reading that sign on the highway, it’s too late. One might actually speed, to get home so they can sober up.
Awareness is for driving, not for deliberate distractions.
Thermite hot lies
No cordite to analyze
You knew it was wrong
When schwwwt
the evidence was gone
Taking up residence
Other damming evidence
Lying in the shadow
Only a few would know
On September Eleven
Destroyed in building Seven
Perplexed, this will make you frown
Small fires, huge fires
Do not bring any steel building down
Not as wild, as say, a magic bullet
Until you hear the owner say, “pull it!!”
Must be like looking for Who in Whoville
To finding no whom’s in Shanksville
Think that is, such a shame
They couldn’t even, find a plane
Traveling by air, of course you know
When your seat is in, the very last row
Those contraptions are big and long
Yet, none in PA or the pentagon
In 2001, the technology was not there
Making cell phone calls 6 miles in the air
The short phrase was made up whole
That anyone uttered, “Let’s Roll”
The purpose was this, and it may hurt
To help the economy sell a t shirt
I think George’s savior, so did speak
It would be best to turn the other cheek
He wanted power, not to live and let live
I guess that’s where he forgot to forgive
.
Can’t do that, if you’re an oil whore
You need this, as a pretense for war
Three thousand lives, already lost
Why keep tallying the human cost
An answer it is, a pain in the ass royal
Spilling more and more, blood for oil
A tragedy, or a ruse of convenience
To justify, all of the surveillance
Unfortunately we perpetuate the Illusion
To erradicate our dissonant confusion
It is easy to see why no one takes a stand
because the blood is also on our hands
Cant blame Bush, I’m guilty too
I like to go farther faster, so thank you.
15 years later, the truth is out of range
Unless you watch the movie
“Loose Change”
Doug Stanhope “Remember When “
Ever look in the mirror in the
Morning and think, “that can’t
Be accurate.”
Oh it’s–that’s off by years,
And pounds, and wrinkles, and is
That metric?
Send that to the front desk and
Get that recalibrated ’cause
That is not–that doesn’t even
Look like a head anymore.
Man in the mirror.
Global responsibility
The trouble is, they know better than what they do.
Collective
The trouble is, we know better than what we do.
Personal
The trouble is, I know better than what I do.
Think Globally
Act Locally
Therefore I take full and overwhelming responsibility for,
Over Fishing the Oceans
Clear Cutting Forests
Being Cruel To Animals
Purchasing Blood Diamonds
Supporting Sweat Shops
Topping Off Landfills
Causing Acid Rain
Starting Wars
Not Stopping Wars
After all, when you have one finger pointing, you have three pointing back. Albeit, partially concealed.
Essentially though, that is all I’m doing, is taking responsibility. Since actually doing something to change anything is like emptying the ocean with a thimble.
Ugly reflection
Self rejection
More Doug Stanhope “Remember When”
“I got on–I get to a point
Where, like, my act was making
My entire life miserable where
It’s just–and it’s still not
Good, but it’s–I just hate
Everything and fuck it, it’s so
Dumb.
Doesn’t anyone see how dumb this
Is?
Like some people go, “isn’t
The world a crazy place?”
And they’re fine with that.
And I’m like, “this is fucked
Up.
This is really fucked up.
We’re like dark ages people, and
I’m not even smart.
And that’s the most terrifying
Part when you realize I’m not
Even a bright person, but I’m
Still probably in the top 3%
Of the smartest people on this
Planet, and I’m pretty
Fucking dumb.
And you go, “how alone are we?”
And then you go, “I don’t give
A shit.”
At one point, you go, “44.”
I’m way closer to dead than I
Am life of the party, and I
Don’t have children, so why am I
Getting so enraged about all
This nonsense?
I don’t care.
I don’t care getting all upset
About the fucking planet.
I’m gone pretty soon.
I left no litter behind.
That’s your problem.
I’m treating this planet like
The fucking rental car that it
Is, and I’m turning it in
Trashed with a bumper hanging
Off, fuck your insurance, fuck
The environment, I didn’t ask to
Be here.
(audience cheers and applauds)
Someone created me.
Yes, I know that’s a selfish
Thing.
It’s a selfish thing.
But you know what?
I’ve cared about other stuff,
And, yeah, me not caring about
Stuff, will, affect it as much
As me caring about stuff, which
Is none.”
The above, could have been my dialogue, however, reflecting back, having non-biological chosen children has certainly elevated my consciousness of objectivity.
Where once, the concept of parenting was just a hypothetical theory, based on ideal situations and not real world applications.
Being somewhat of a reclusive curmudgeon, I know to keep my influences regulated and generally pre-approved.
Being largely in part, my own influencer, I paranoid-ly prepared myself for a world that never rose to fruition, or it did and am so prepared, can not recognize the world around me.
As the carefree world most everyone else seems to be living in. In this instance, I’m writing about the bio-dads, of my chosen children’s, mine and son in laws.
For when they look in the mirror, regarding the lives of their / (there, those children) they’re like vampires, they see nothing.
Nor do they get to observe, how much better parents their offspring are, in being dads, then they are. Simply, by being there, how simple is that.
Certainly, am able to observe that with the absence of the “sperm” donors, on one hand, make my degree of responsibility quite simple.
On the other, just need to keep my goofy thoughts in check, so as not to be a detrimental influence by being here.
Best post this before it turns into a short story, then a novel, or some epic something or other. Especially since, some of this stuff has nothing to do with the other stuff, but it rolled out of head, so I went with it.
Maybe, one day I’ll come back and edit this so it makes some kind of coherent sense.
Perhaps, I already did. Phew, should have seen this in my brain.
Still trying to figure out, what I should have really “titled” this post.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 