The following is a very very loose lyrical interpretation of why my parents should not have had children.
Ironically, the below roles were reversed.
“The Orange and the Green”
“Irish Rovers”
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.
My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.
Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little orangeman, me father’s shining star.
I was christened “David Anthony,” but still, inspite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.
With mother every Sunday, to Mass I’d proudly stroll.
Then after that, the orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I’d play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.
One day me Ma’s relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father’s kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.
My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that’s why I’m such a fool.
They’ve both passed on, God rest ’em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the orange and the green.
Oh it is the biggest mix up that you have ever seen
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green.
Yes it is the biggest mix up that you have ever seen
My father, he was orange and me mother, she was green
I think I learned whatever lesson, I came here to learn. Next time around, going to pick parents that fall under following. …
John Lennon’s
“Imagine”
Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
Hesitation and Eagerness
If you conform to a nonconformist,
what does that make you?
Hesitation
My hesitation to continue posting the thoughts, floating around inside of what I perceive as my brain is that the “right” person, or rather the “wrong” person will read these posts and deem it necessary I be fitted with a nice new “straight” jacket.
Keeping my fingers away from keyboards, so the thoughts stay trapped in my head. Hauled away off to some nice clean rubber walled room.
Then be blindfolded so that visually nothing new can stir the gray matter, with ears plugged, so nothing audible can be heard to further awaken ideas to be spewed relentlessly on this blog.
Eagerness
My eagerness to continue posting the thoughts, floating around inside of what I perceive as my brain is that the “right” person, or rather the “wrong” person will read these posts and deem it necessary I be fitted with a nice new “straight” jacket.
Keeping my fingers away from keyboards, so the thoughts stay trapped in my head. Hauled away off to some nice clean rubber walled room.
Then be blindfolded so that visually nothing new can stir the gray matter, with ears plugged so nothing audible can be heard to further awaken ideas to be spewed relentlessly on this blog.
When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
Dr. Wayne Dyer
Imperviously insane
Thoughts so inane
Questions remain
Nothing to refrain
No claim of blame
Hard to contain
What is bred in bone will out
On electric paper I shout
No reason, I have no clout
Don’t know what it’s about
Almost useless to tout
Conventional wisdom I flout
Is it voices I hear
Or just a ringing in my ear
Like on a Tarmac so near
The only thing that is clear
Is , I know how to steer
Producing nary a tear
When this could be our world?
Rush 2112
‘…I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly yet I see
the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase…’
‘…I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure spirit of man
revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and
understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed
by the Federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of
all these things…’
I wandered home through the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream can’t you show me the light?
I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
They left the planet long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down…
Home to change!
Why do we let it be like this?
Rush 2112″
[VI. Soliloquy]
‘…I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total
despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live
under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is
that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last.’
The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams..
Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen!
I don’t think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood…
…Spills over…
[VII. The Grand Finale]
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
We have assumed control
Atta Boy “Neil Peart”
I know this was written on the 70’S However, seems as timeless as this moment.
“Dreaming of a world that could have been different, but it wasn’t, cause we weren’t.”
John Trudell
Current education
Thinking cessation
Filled with manipulation
One sided regurgitation
Lying devastation
Mental saturation
The bare minimum to learn
Enough to work and earn
Memorization the churn
Knowledge not the yearn
No good place to turn
Evolution set to burn
Misinformation en masse
Why even go to class
Interactions so crass
Watch your back to save your ass
Consistency very morass
Lower the curve to pass
Teachers wages low truly
To manage the unruly
Or try to stop a bully
Treating everyone cruelly
No parent engaged fully
Everyone acting so coolly
Learning time could be fun
Figuring out how to sum
Know the kinetics of a run
Or the weight of a ton
Not wondering which one
Is carrying a gun
What’s the alternative
Without taking a sedative
Or is it all relative
The problem is so massive
It’s a darn I do give
Figure better ways to live
When I went to school
Felt like such a tool
Shut up, obey the rule
Stop acting like a fool
Don’t shine as a jewel
Be a good government mule
Books say, Lincoln was shot
Leaving out, it was a plot
Conspiracy theorist I’m not
Pertinent information forgot
Making it too simple alot
Part of reality left to rot
Just know what you are told
Be ignorant and yet so bold
Like slaves bought and sold
Don’t break out of the mold
Think how you are controlled
500 channels, you’ve enrolled
Inspired in part by George Carlin
“Dumb Americans”
“Life is worth losing”
“Not too bright, folks. Not too fucking bright. But if you talk to one of them about this, if you isolate one of them, you sit ’em down rationally, you talk to ’em about the low IQ’s and the dumb behavior and the bad decisions; right away they start talking about education.
That’s the big answer to everything: Education. They say, ‘We need more money for education. We need more books, more teachers, more classrooms, more schools.
We need more testing for the kids!’ You say to ’em, ‘Well, you know, we’ve tried all that and the kids still can’t pass the tests’.
They say, ‘Aw, don’t you worry about that, we’re gonna lower the passing grades!’ And that’s what they do in a lot of these schools now, they lower the passing grades so more kids can pass.
More kids pass, the school looks good, everybody’s happy; the IQ of the country slips another two or three points and pretty soon, all you’ll need to get into college is a fucking pencil! ‘Gotta pencil? Get the fuck in there, it’s physics!’
Then everyone wonders why 17 other countries graduate more scientists than we do.
Education!
They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around the kitchen table and figure out how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago.
They don’t want that! You know what they want? They want Obedient Workers – Obedient Workers.
People who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork but just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shittier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and the vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it.
If reason and logic were bullets and weapons. ..
The gun lobby would lose every time, however, seems to be a David and Goliath situation.
Special thanks to Malcolm Gladwell Author of “David and Goliath”.
Oddly enough, think with me here, or suspend disbelief for a moment (ahk, the moment, is gone )
Knowing the outcome of the story, (which, it is, only a “story”).
Consider, David, as the gun lobby, the second ammenders, NRA, knowing regardless of the argument, they could easily take out a gun to end the argument.
Cause you know, in the back of your head, regardless of how poetic or well written a solution to ending gun violence is, if a gun rights advocate doesn’t consider your idea rational to them, you could get shot.
Geez, hope I don’t hit publish before I take that part out.
Goliath knows, despite his hugh size, power of logic, reason and formidable strength, can get shot and killed ,
Since the gun is the modern version of the sling, and the bullet is a weapon of mass destruction.
As tiny as a bullet is, it destructs mass.
Mass:
“the property of a body that is a measure of its inertia and that is commonly taken as a measure of the amount of material it contains and causes it to have weight in a gravitational field”
So, Goliath sits idly and meekly by, “hoping” this “problem” will resolve itself.
Therefore the best argument would be to agree with the gun group and advocate “arming” everyone and at all times.
I mean everyone, grandma, grandpa, teenagers, clerks, priests, rabbis, crossing guards, football players, ceo’s, garbage collectors and babies.
Yes, babies, then let the gun lobby use their own reason to come to the conclusion that perhaps maybe, just maybe, that it might not be such a good idea for “everyone” to have guns. Even though they have the right to.
Amendment I I
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms shall not be infringed.
Better yet, since arms are not clarified and the argument is to avoid tyranny,
Nuclear weapons would work too.
It is it’s logical progression.
The awareness needs to be, knowing no one is going to do anything to take anyones guns away. I’m certainly not advocating it. (If “they” do, I’d have nothing creative to write about. )
However, it is a tool to keep people distracted, like flag burning, abortion, steroids etc, it is a hot topic button, that plays into people’s fears.
So instead of working towards making life on this planet more peaceful, it keeps the masses distracted, while the puppeteers take the money to the bank, just on the extra unnecessary consumption alone.
From the hype created by the perceived scarcity of bullets, and illusionary fear of taking something away you don’t need in the first place.
George Carlin
From “Complaints and Grievances”
“Gun Enthusiasts”
I’m not against guns // I’m not against bullets, I’m not even against people shooting each other.
Shit, shooting someone’s part of the American dream.
Besides, what freedom could you possibly defend, if you spend the rest of your life tortured, knowing you killed someone..
It is my best understanding ( since I have no “proof” references ) that murder is the least repeated crime, because the awareness of the muderer of the havoc it has on their consciousness.
The gun advocates would have a perfect example, if the only guns used were used in self defense.
Unless school shootings, suicide, accidental shootings, mass (as in a lot of people at once), killing someone you don’t like while you’re drunk is considered self defense .
Geoge Carlin
“You have no rights”
“It’s Bad for Ya”
Personally folks, I believe that if your rights came from God, he would’ve given you the right for some food every day, and he would’ve given you the right to a roof over your head. GOD would’ve been looking out for ya. You know that.
He wouldn’t have been worried making sure you have a gun so you can get drunk on Sunday night and kill your girlfriend’s parents.
I can’t think of a situation where Christ would use a gun.
I like now, how at banks and post offices, federal buildings and airports, there are signs at the entrances that guns are not allowed, or there is a “fine”.
Shit, if that’s all it takes, everybody could just wear a t shirt, saying no guns within shooting range of this shirt.
By Ordinance # 87321 says you will be “fined” $ 100.00
I’m a Trans-Galaxian Being
Having an innate sense of being an Uranusian trapped in an Earthlings body.
Would certainly explain why I am so misunderstood, feeling like I don’t belong and behaving like an asshole sometimes.
Haha hahaha hahaha
Just a little “out of this world” humor.
Or perhaps not.
It might really be true. Need to start a little Altoid therapy with soothing throat lozenges so I can feel comfortable speaking with other earth people.
Since most people from Uranus are used to “talking out of their ass”.
Will need to do some chest augmentation to accommodate for a larger heart. Which I will definitely need, if people are going to take me seriously as an earth human.
Not quite psychologically prepared for the cranial reduction though. Did you know people from Uranus have a small heart and huge narcissistic ego’s?
Although, as I am discovering who I am, realize there a lot of Uranusian’s here.
There just aren’t any clubs to get together at with to bond. Everyone is disguised so well.
The whole current public, who can use whatever bathroom debate, was started by a group of plumbers, in an unjustified fearful anticipation of a drop off of work.
They thought they could wrangle extra work through legislation, by utilizing an archetype distraction like abortion, flag burning, race, income, health care, etc.
Since it doesn’t take much effort to stir baseless fears in this country, a few timely placed stories, in the media, would be all it would take to create extra work.
By inciting an ignorant reactive scared populace, demanding that extra mandatory bathrooms be built.
It was all started by the,
New
Inter
National
Consortium
Of
Master
Plumbers
Offering
Optional
Pee
Stalls
Having the appropriate acronym of
Nincompoops !!
With Pavlovian perplexity pushing people’s political propaganda, unnecessarily over something that was never ever ever, never ever going to be an issue, till the Nincompoops made it a self serving one, to build more bathrooms.
So next time you hear or read a “news” “story” (it is neither news, nor a story), about public bathrooms, or somebody brings it up, quickly remind yourself and others, what the real issue is, and that it was started by Nincompoops.
I’m not looking to be right, just understood.
The best rationalization, explanation that I heard, proving what a non-issue issue this is, is how many times you have already been in a public bathroom, right alongside with someone who is transgender and you didn’t know it then, so why get all bent out of shape now?
What…just to “feed” into having the Nincompoops build more bathrooms?
The most commonly presented argument is for women’s safety, usually made by males, saying that they don’t want their wife or daughter in a bathroom with men.
Again, no one could probably count how many times this has already happened and it has not been a problem.
Therefore, the presented argument, hides the truth argument, dick fear, the insecure guys, yelling the loudest in opposition that some woman, might see how “small” they are. Knowing that they themselves are the ones that can’t handle “fe-male’s” using the same bathroom.
Men are insecure about the size of their dicks, and so they have to kill one another over the idea.
That’s what all that asshole jock bullshit is all about. That’s what all that adolescent, macho, male, posturing and strutting in bars and locker rooms is all about.
It’s called Dick Fear.
Men are terrified that their pricks are inadequate and so they have to compete with one another to feel better about themselves. // Basically, men are killing each other in order to improve their self-esteem.
Geoege Carlin
From “Rockets & Penises in the Persian Gulf”
“Jammin’ in New York”
As an observer, I’ve witnessed this terrible topic tear my non-biological chosen children’s relationship with their bio – dad asunder simply because he dug his opinionated heels in, adding that one final camel, back breaking straw.
Who is the Nincompoop now?
Guidelines to thwart the Nincompoops.
Regardless of the apparatus, used to empty the bladder, if you are standing. Keep face forward, head down, urethra open, mouth shut.
For colon evacuations, keep it simple, sphincter open, mouth closed. No, humming, whistling, grunting and groaning.
If you have to make that much noise, you don’t have to go yet. If you continue to make that much noise, regardless of gender, go to the hospital, you are having a baby.
Certainly, do not start a conversation, with someone you recognized entering an adjacent stall. Or anyone else for that matter.
Biggest rule, stay off of the cell phone.
Unless you’re preventing a suicide, or talking to a flight attendant because the pilots are dead and you’re the only one that can help them land the plane, even though you have to go to the bathroom, all other conversations are frivolous and do not belong in a bathroom.
Pull the throttle up, ignore those buzzers, turn off the flashing light, quit crying and try to make those passengers stop screaming.
That would at least be more compelling than,
Yeah, uh-huh, right, milk, eggs, ugh, mmm, diapers, Oh shit, I left the baby in car, I gotta go.
Or, I cant believe the quarterback dropped the ball, that and I ate too much bratwurst.
Eliminating waste is a biological imperative, regardless of gender. Doing so with a cell phone or Bluetooth device is arrogant and rude..
There’s the bathroom the nincompoops can install. Sound and smell proof ones, where anything audible or odorous disappears.
Oh oh, I feel a rant building. .
Speaking of transgender and things used to pee, isn’t it about time we collectively cut the conceptual creators cock off ?
Not to worry, if it is a he, and he is all powerful, “he” can simply make a new one appear. .
// Just between you and me, in any decently run universe, this guy would have been out on his all powerful ass along time ago .
By the way, I say this “guy”, because I firmly believe, looking at these results, that if there is a god, it has to be a man.
No woman could or would ever, fuck things up like this.
So, if…..if….there is a god,…..if there is, I think most reasonable people, might agree that he’s at least incompetent and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t give a shit…doesn’t give a shit.
Which I admire in a person and would explain a lot of these bad results.
George Carlin
“There is no god”
“You are all diseased”
Perhaps, it is my blatant ignorance, and that it is the use of a masculine pronoun being used, simply because there are no linguistic alternatives.
Like sunrise or sunset, both wholly inaccurate while describing an archaic perception that we live in a Geocentric world and not a Heliocentric world.
My perception is that it is becoming presciently pressing that we evolve. Lest we destroy ourselves in the process for being too comfortable to change.
Some alternatives are, god force, infinite intelligence, yahweh, ohhm, Dumbo’s magic feather, lucky rabbits foot (not so for the rabbit).
Oops, got off track of the bathroom bit. Oh well.
.
A male’s strength, if it has to be
Should not be in his brutality
.
That is the power projected on god
Utilizing only the male is kind of a fraud
.
Made in “his” image and likeness
Would explain the lack of kindness
.
If it’s god with whom you wish to dance
For god’s sake give the feminine a chance
.
God as a man, a common theme
Isn’t it time we bust that meme
Far too long, been in a trance
Just looking for proper balance
Or, it could be as simple
To embrace the Gaia principle
Why is it, that there is a plethora of war memorials? Compared with a negligent amount of peace commemoratives?
Apparently, what we allegedly strive for is not what we honor.
Kind of like going on a healthy diet with a picture of a gigantic bowl of macaroni and cheese as inspiration.
Paradigm shift
Every person
Is a
Colored person
There are no un-colored persons
If there were
They’d be translucent
And you couldn’t
See them in
The first place
Stop with the opposition
It’s time to transition
Change our position
To violence prohibition
Earthlings frazzled condition
Orwellian contradiction
War is peace, an affliction
Hate becomes our addiction
Death, too common expectation
Hope it’s not our relation
Feel the devastation
Of each in every nation
A peaceful revolution
Could be the solution
Start with absolution
Kindness promotion
Love thyself devotion
**
** where this should have stopped
Forward the motion
Not just a notion
Calm the commotion
Pare down the consumption
To ease the pollution
Spare the frustration
Of poor inhalation
Strive for exaltation
Politicians proclamation
Bile regurgitation
End the deception
Heirachy cessation
Need a long vacation
From mental constipation
Fate all anticipation
Chaos accommodation
Mundane fascination
Arcane clarification
Reason justification
Heaven imagination
Terrorist placation
Hell reservation
Limbo destination
Evolving stagnation
Mirrored reflection
Duplicating rejection
A bad disposition
Having good reputation
By clever manipulation
Childish maturation
Adult consternation
From sleep depravition
A simple proposition
Turned this long rendition
Effect less causation
Without contemplation
Of a summation
Or realization
Just a finalization
Of this dissertation
To stop opposition
