Saw, someone I recognized in a hardware store. Hi, how’s it going? (Please…Go down another aisle, I don’t remember your name.) Good, and you? Good…
Phew,
Aww shit, should have grabbed my bolts and bolted.
Still driving? Yes, yourself, what are you up to? Oh, the usual. (That’s no clue, obviously, you recognize me.)
(Must need, put on my invisible “Sherlock Homes” hat. Hmm, many of the same items in basket. Ah ha, rental property owner, getting closer.
Rented storage unit, did business with…..)
Have you seen those video door bells?
No, just hear the ads, while driving.
Yeah, you can, blah blah blah blah (I’m still trying to remember your name.) watch the house from anywhere.
Sounds neat, (don’t you have to finish shopping, since I obviously can not remember your name? )
Of course if “you” can access it from “anywhere”, that essentially means “anyone” else can access it from “anywhere.” (Trying to raise surveillance consciousness.)
(I don’t suppose, Winston Smith would have intentionally put cameras in his flat for his big brother to keep eyes on him.)
Your right, but at least ……… Then, as if out of nowhere, bigotry bile bubbled breathlessly into the conversation.
Unfortunately, his bigotry was only matched by my incompetence to say anything to stop it.
Something, only as innocuous as, you really think so? Minimaliizing anything that would insinuate agreeing with him.
Who knew, that loose-lipped comment of cameras, would garner such a bizarre response?
Now, I’d really like to get the fuck out of here, and could care less what your name is.
Writing this, makes me realize what I should have done, would be to have said, oh yeah, that’s part of my heritage, what part bothers you.
Then watch him scamper away hopping like a coward. Hopping, of course as he’d be leaving with one foot in his mouth.
I’m so cynical, I’m reverse paranoid, I know no one is out to get me.
Name…. Hmmm, Ray..something…
Name, oh yeah Ray Sist Ayehole.
I’m as bad as the proverbial Peter,
From “Jesus Christ Superstar”
“The Last Supper”
One of you denies me//
APOSTLES
No! Who would?! Impossible!
JESUS
Peter will deny me in just a few hours.
No, not me.
Three times will deny me,
And that’s not all I see.
//
“Peter’s Denial”
I think I’ve seen you, somewhere.
I remember.
You were with that man, they took away.
I recognize your face.
PETER
You’ve got the wrong man lady.
I don’t know him,
And I wasn’t where he was tonight
Never near the place.
SOLDIER
That’s strange, for I am sure, I saw you with him.
You were right by his side, and yet you denied.
PETER
I tell you I was never with him.
OLD MAN
But I saw you too.
He looked just like you.
PETER
I don’t know him!
MARY MAGDALENE
Peter, don’t you know what you have said.
You’ve gone and cut him dead.
PETER
I had to do it, don’t you see?
Or else they’d go for me.
MARY MAGDALENE
It’s what he told us you would do.
I wonder how he knew.
(For one, it’s a decent “story”, and a good writer(s) can write anything in advance to create making a “prediction” come “true”.)
Oops, almost got off topic.
I’m using the above, adaptation to convey, feeling like shit, for not defending a group of fellow earthlings, at least conceptually, from the ignorant opinion of someone who will probably never have any contact with any individual of the group he was disparaging.
Must find some justification of a redemptive quality, to get out of this cognitive dissonant state.
I will, however, call out people whom I do know, when they make stupid unconscious racist comments, which still, in my mind, changes nothing, other than, them knowing better to keep their mouth shut around me.
Why would one take, their accident of birth, privledged pink pigment epidermis exterior to expend the energy jacking their jaws of a juvenile jeremiad to perpetuate profound paranoia of people?
What a strange way to get people to stop doing business with you. (At least, in my case.)
On the other hand, maybe I did that group a service by not defending it, for one, I know nothing about it, and do have a tendency to not fight fair or kind, maybe fair, but definitely not kind.
What is a person to do?
Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) was a prominent Protestant pastor who emerged as an outspoken public foe of Adolf Hitler and spent the last seven years of Nazi rule in concentration camps.
Niemöller is perhaps best remembered for the quotation:
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
A contrarian’s worst nightmare
No parts to take off a shelf
Get to do this by myself
A decent sized cubicle
A Freightliner vehicle
Buckle up and close the door
Rarely, deal with a supervisor
Can tell you how good it feels
To be rolling on 26 wheels
Would do this for free, I have stated
Fortunately I’m well compensated
Another money thing one should know
In getting paid to listen to the stereo
Given that, one can assume
I get to set the volume
Keep eyes on the road, take a good look
Wow, just finished another audio book
Do this straight, don’t need any drug
Except the one in my coffee mug.
Is there a purpose, what is the result
Driving 135,000 miles a year on asphalt
Where would I be,
In this reality
if I chose another field
and not be looking at the world through a windshield.
A long time ago, somebody must have told me that if I didn’t have anything intelligent to say, I should say nothing.
Nobody told me I couldn’t put my stupid shit in print though.
I would later pare down the above to a simple filter phrase of “If you have nothing to say, say nothing”.
I guess I could have just walked around reciting and repeating E = MC squared.
Even now, that’s the only thing I can think of that sounds intelligent, although I don’t know what it means.
How intelligent is that?
《《《 DETOUR 》》》
: a road, highway, etc., that you travel on when the the usual way of traveling cannot be used. M-W.com
.
All well and good, except when you pull up to the cones blocking the on-ramp, to find out there are no directional signs as to which way to turn now.
Oh good, there is a person holding a stop / slow sign. Surely they will have some information.
So getting out of the truck, I walk up to the person holding the sign, to hear.
“The road is closed.”
Ah ha. I thought maybe a parade was going to go by.
Since I wasn’t really in a position to go back whence I came. I asked, can I go this way. Pointing to the only way remaining.
“I think so.”
Hmmm, (in case you didn’t notice, the vehicle I am driving, is over 100 feet long, has three pivot points and is almost 14 feel tall). Backing up, is not really an option.
Do you think I could get a tractor and a set of three trailers through there?
” I’m not sure, I am not from around here.”
Yeah, me neither. It’s midnight, it’s dark in that direction, cause it appears to be all farmland.
“This road will be open at 7 a.m.”
Thank you, I will try my GPS.
Technology 1. Humanity. 0
Knowing I had an outlet, to write this out, certainly helped bring a little levity to a situation that could have been an unnecessary waste of time.
How does one detach from being attached to detachment?
Whew, I guess the question in and of itself, is the Freudian slip reveal of not even being able to use the personal pronoun I, to take ownership and responsibility for being detached.
He latches on to that symbol of detachment, attracted by the peeling away of feeling.
Roger Waters “Amused to Death”
Ownership, there’s a good one.
I guess, other than the meat on your bones, can you really “own” anything?
Even that, seems only to be only “leased”, in part on how much currency you can exchange with the food conglomerations to be able to put nutrition in it to keep it running.
Must be the thoughts in your head that you own.
Yet, thoughts are very fluid. Certainly very transitory, can’t exactly pile them up and stick them on a shelf and declare that those thoughts are mine.
Besides, at least for me, thoughts only seem to be in the language I learned. Hmmm?
I wish I knew where this was going, other than fulfilling the obligation of this blog by making observations from a loose nut behind the wheel.
I will detach from this by hitting “Publish”.
Click, crunch, chew, gulp, swallow, grind, tear, gnash, nosh, slurp, ahh, mmm, smack, gunlng,
Oops, nevermind, those are bite sounds.
From time to time, you hear complaints about the media presenting information in “sound bites”.
Therefore the deeper meaning and more thorough thought is buried beyond the snippet.
I get that on a personal level. I’m not strictly blaming the “media”, after all the “media” is just a reflection of a part of my consciousness.
I will think of a brewing problem, that needs to be addressed. Think about it for a while. Fortunately or unfortunately, I have lots of “while” to think about it.
Will consider it from my best perception of every angle possible. Open brain files of similar situations, salt it with things I’ve read, pepper it wit things I’ve heard.
Come up with a “brilliant” solution that encompasses everyone involved. “knowing, I’ve already taken their angle (as I best “perceived” it.), into vast consideration to come up with. …..
“Everything happens for a reason”
Or “If you do this, then that will happen”.
Ta Da. Problem solved.
Nice sound bite / Headline
To solve the problem.
Problems contemplate
Solutions pontificate
Try to articulate
Add a gesticulate
Answers indeterminate
Other’s feelings calculate
Not to deceminate
Theories fabricate
To long ruminate
Quotes translate
Verbally relate
Peacefulness perpetuate
Wildly extrapolate
Briefly communicate
Singularly confabulate
Stop to postulate
Myself placate
Challenges subjugate
Help to correlate
Bonding coagulate
Incorporate promulgate
Inclusion culminate
Create a meditate
Finalize and laminate
Can one really consider Freedom anything other than just a word, when it is on a t-shirt that only feeds a corporation’s bottom line?
Especially in all likelihood, it was sewn by near slave labor in some sweatshop?
Where is the “freedom” in that?
Freedom in and of itself represents so much more.
Freedom placarded on a t-shirt, might as well be embossed on toilet paper, for all the message that it conveys, in that context.
Eliminate them all.
Confederate / Losing ? Side (both “sides” lost) enslaved ? Imprison, not just one race but all races at all cost.
Personal Perspective Reciprocity Reason
What if it was me?
That’s the reciprocity enlightenment question.
Considering that, if enslaving yourself as an acceptable practice for others to do to you. Then by all means embrace it.
However, if it is not, then one must become self aware enough to know that a Confederate flag, represents several things. Two being, fear and oppression of a group of bipedal earthlings.
Your co-passengers you signed up with for this planetary ride through the cosmos.
After the June 17, 2015, massacre, South Carolina lawmakers did what many people thought was impossible to achieve and removed the Confederate flag from the Statehouse grounds in Columbia.
AP
Removing the flag is just political pageantry, placating the powerless propagandists pushing people past peaceful perspectives.
The enslavement is that the masses allow themselves to get distracted by symbolism, away from the real issue of guns, racism and violence.
They instead focus on whether or not a symbol in the background is the “real” issue. It’s so predictable, it is frightening.
“// Flags, I consider them to be symbols and I leave symbols to the symbol minded”
George Carlin
Consider it another Pavlovian planned script for the Orwellian 2 minutes hate.
Purposefully presented by the Maxx Headroom type popular talking heads.
Where an unfortunately high percentage of the public “falls” for the us against them distraction, using emotionally based symbolism.
Stars and stripes
Representing
Corporate Imperialism
Sovereign country invading
Land of the illusionary free
Home of the easily lead.
“Better the pride that resides in the citizen of the world, than the pride that resides, when a colorful rag is unfurled.”
Neil peart Rush “Territories”
Consider anything other than a 3D spherical flag representing the planet and its inhabitants, all others create divisiveness.
It’s an accident of birth. You think?
“I hate patriotism, I can’t stand it man, it makes me fucking sick! It’s a round world the last time I checked, okay? Y’know what I mean? In fact, that’s how we can stop patriotism, I think.
Instead of putting stars and stripes on our flags we should put pictures of our parents fucking!
Gather people around that flag and see your dad hunched over your mom’s butt, see if any boot ‘n rally mentality can circle around that little fuckin’ image.
“God… damn! I’m out of here. Fuck it.”
Bill Hicks (Rant in E-minor: A new flag)
Or perhaps, the flag just represents the ego.
Let it go or take it down.
Alter it out of existence, by realizing what it “stands” for.
Replace the stars with icons for guns, tanks, missiles, cigarettes, televisions, cheeseburgers, fries, malls, banks, prisons, drones, videotaping, factories, refineries, landfills, football, basketball, baseball, jails, bars, bombs, coffins, flags, traffic, poisons.
Not sure why my proclivity to expunge the negative first, but that’s the way it goes.
Balance it out with icons for books, guitars, rainbows, flowers, parks, trees, schools, stereos, cameras, bicycles, mountains, lakes, sunsets, stars, smiles, laughter, binoculars, telescopes, dogs, cats, bananas, cakes, shooting stars, sunrises, hearts.
I suspect at some point, flags served a purpose. Kind of like the horse and buggy. We’ve evolved past that now, we can collectively realize we are all in this together.
Floating through the infinite on this blue, green ball we call home.
Let’s start behaving like it.
Never having wanted to be self confronted with the decision of abortion, kept myself in the oft ridiculed state of being a “virgin” till 30, when I married a beautiful woman with three kids and no uterus.
There is no abortion in my life, except for the utter fascination that the debate is still is out there.
When people are so hopped up about saving fetuses, yet advocate killing soldiers, (oh wait, “we” have “soldiers”, “they” have “terrorists”). Or support the death penalty.
The awareness becomes, in realizing that the equivalent correlation between killing a sovereign human being, on a different part of the planet, is the same as using surgical tools and vacuums to do essentially the same thing .
One would think, that the whole abortion debate will cease, when science has the ability, to reasonably prove, using DNA, as to which fetus surely will grow up to be a terrorist.
Then terminate that terrorist, without all the collateral damage, bombs and missiles, made to accomplish the same thing. Really, what is the difference?
Of course, the other end of this perspective, will be, that no fetus has any inborn characteristic, genetic trait at all, whatsoever, of growing up to be a terrorist. It is a learned behavior, usually drummed in by religion and patriotism.
All that will be be needed then, will be an “100th monkey” type of awareness to dawn on humanity and stop all the senseless killing.
Simply because it can collectively conjure up images of freedom and patriotism to get its citizenry to “abort” other grown sovereign fetuses.
Assassination is simply an open air, late term abortion.
Genocide is a lot of abortions at once.
Homicide is an abortion brought about by a non parent who made it so a developed fetus was killed.
Suicide is a self inflicted abortion.
I was simply not willing to participate in the outcome of the above gambles, and therfore did not roll the dice.
Figuring, if a Nudnik like me could handle that, EVERYONE else could.
Obviously not, 3b + people after that awareness dawned on me, people are still creating the situation, they fear and don’t understand..
I’m not saying these problems would go away, if there weren’t so many people here, but it would help.
Here is the current abortion debate…
Prenatal. Bad. Tax supported, no.
Postnatal. Good. Tax supported, yes.
Must be the same DNA hard wiring aeon evolutionary reptilian to mammalian process that makes it okay to eat lobsters, but not puppies.
I’ve always found religions to be fascinating, such as how people act on their beliefs. Pro-Lifer’s murdering doctors. Pro-Lifer’s murdering people.
Bill Hicks, “Gifts of Forgiveness” “Rant in e-minor”.
Pro-life… pro-life… These people aren’t pro-life, they’re killing doctors! What kind of pro-life is that? What, they’ll do anything they can to save a fetus but if it grows up to be a doctor they just might have to kill it’.
They’re not pro-life. You know what they are? They’re anti-woman. Simple as it gets, anti-woman. They don’t like them. They don’t like women. They believe a woman’s primary role is to function as a brood mare for the state.
George Carlin “Abortion”
“Back in town “
Prenatal. Take intense responsibility.
Of course, having no personality or looks, made this a lot easier than it may sound.
Postnatal. Take frivolous responsibility.
Since the only thing I’ve done is to write this silly post.
Actually, it’s very clear, this is a tax $ supported endeavor.
Still trying to figure the fundamental difference between the tools of a scalpel and suction device, or an AK 47 and a grenade?
Also it must be the uniform used in the process.
The white one, not ok.
The green or brown camouflaged one, ok.
The blue or black one, ok.
I guess the ones with color conceal the blood. Therefore the ones that use white uniforms should switch to red. Then it would be ok.
As per usual, I have no horse in the race and could care less, one way or the other. I’m not looking to be right, but be understood.
Besides, the only male say so is not to plant any seeds in the first place. It makes me want to puke in my soup, when I hear dudes discussing it.
There is an insanity clause to that provision, after all the post natal abortions have been stopped, then maybe guys will get a say so.
Starting with no longer playing with, Uncle Sam’s toys in the sand.
Conservatives don’t give a shit about you until you reach “military age”. Then they think you are just fine. Just what they’ve been looking for. Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.
George Carlin “Abortion”
“Back in town “
Looking at the world through a windshield. 