Being a perennial optimist
While
Being a perpetual pessimist
Winners are losers, who got up and gave it just one more try. Dennis De Young
A catch 22 for sure.
Relying on oneself, all the while having the personality and disposition that alienates all other living breathing bipedal mammalian earthlings is not exactly a good place to turn to.
Living proof, not only should abortion be legal, but practically mandatory. Especially to the ones, with a reasonable education, and still only a vague notion of where babies come from.
To go further down the spiral as to what the fuck to do with them, once they got here. Save the idea, that an alternative option would have been to acquire monkeys that with a little prompting could have ended up with similar results.
Yet, seizing the cognitive peripheral awareness of the “Helen Wambach” hypnosis study, that I “picked” my parents.
Backed up by a deeper concept presented by “Carolyn Myss” that somehow suggests, that whilst in the “spirit” realm, that you and all the souls you have significant relationships with, also made arrangements prior to their current incarnations that affect your evolution as well as theirs.
Talk about time not existing, that would do it.
Overall, my role was probably to be just malleable enough to be liked and stubborn enough to be disliked.
Having the wits and opportunity to write about it in a public forum, however be the only one who can make any sense of it.
Could it be from ants
Crawling up my pants
Or an angry dance
With cognitive dissonance
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It could be the strain,
Placed upon my brain
To try and refrain
What happens again
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It could be the fear
The gray between my ears
For that which is clear
Might not really be here
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Part of the frustration
Is my imagination
Seeking clarification
To my damnation
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Carlin, who is now gone
Joined the big electron
The laughter lives on
With each awakening dawn
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For Hicks it is a ride
What kind, I can’t decide
Only to deride
Avoid a suicide
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That is my drive
Of which I strive
Not to survive
But to be alive
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With little finesse
I digress
Hate to confess
I’m a mess
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A coin, two sides. Has to be
Trouble is, I see at least three
From these thoughts to be free
Seem to can’t, me being me
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A strange reality
Seeing the duality
With opaque clarity
Of spirituality
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A rage inside, it does vent
Unfortunately all too frequent
I would buy, or even rent
Anything to be congruent
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Cuts like a knife
This life of rife
Inside my head of strife
Must be hell to be my wife
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Under a double edge sword
I give you my word
With this you may be floored
I’d be happy being bored
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The thoughts that I wreak
Should not pass the cheek
For if I do speak
Exposes the freak
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Furtively overt
Asleep or alert
Exposed, yet covert
Remain silent or blurt
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How to stop this dichotomy
Without a lobotomy
Don’t try and be me
Or you will not be free
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My life it would enhance
If by perhaps or perchance
Just one less dance
With cognitive dissonance
This works on so many levels.
What started off as a presidential candidate, play on words, revealed more than I care to conceptually embrace. For in my brain, I thought reason would “trump” all else.
There is no way any wall is going to be built along the southern border of the United States. It’s a popular idea, however it is not the solution.
Reason being, walls can be gotten over, under or around. Imagine what you would do if you had to feed, and house your family to leave a desperate situation behind.
Yet, who knows, maybe an obstacle will increase the workers value and they’ll get paid more once they are here. Ah ha, see, good for the economy, nevermind.
(Just thinking and typing at the same time, so I could be wrong.)
Same goes for singling out any other specific group of people as a scapegoat of perceived problems.
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.
Source -Wikipedia
“Then they came for me”, what part of that doesn’t scream WAKE THE FUCK UP, and do not even consider isolating any fellow bipedal earthling as someone who should be treated any less then yourself.
Did America not learn from this lesson?
The internment of Japanese Americans in the United States was the forced relocation and incarceration during World War II of between 110,000 and 120,000[2] people of Japanese ancestry who lived on the Pacific coast in camps in the interior of the country. Sixty-two percent of the internees were United States citizens.[3][4] President Franklin D. Roosevelt ordered the incarceration shortly after Imperial Japan‘s attack on Pearl Harbor.[5]
Incarceration was applied unequally due to differing population concentrations and, more important, state and regional politics: more than 110,000 Japanese Americans, nearly all who lived on the West Coast, were forced into interior camps, but in Hawaii, where the 150,000-plus Japanese Americans comprised over one-third of the population, 1,200 to 1,800 were interned.[6] The internment has been determined to have resulted more from racism in the West Coast rather than any military danger posed by Japanese Americans.[7][8]
Source -Wikipedia
Kind of like having a “walk-a-thon” to raise money for a PETA (people for the ethical treatment of animals) to realize the most comfortable walking shoes are made from leather. Hmmmm?
That or have the winner get a certificate for a 4 meat and cheese pizza.
At least when love trumps reason, you realize “love” is the “reason”.
Good thing that while I’m driving there are guard rails, reflectors, rumble strips, mile markers, signs, on-ramps, off-ramps, speed limits. (I must need the equivalent, while writing, other wise I get so sidetracked.)
Geez, I might actually have to hire a “back seat driver” (editor) to rewrite this stuff, so I can arrive at some destination reasonably intact, and have this make sense to someone besides me.
Sorry, got lost, had to do a maps (mind altering, paradigm shift ) update on my GPS (guided philosophical system ).
At the next sentence, turn “right” and be on your merry way.
Popularity trumps reason.
Consider that goofy cell phone we carry on our person all day and have within grasp while sleeping. If you were told just a few years ago, you had to carry a device that will have you electronically tethered to society, that would make you more antisocial you would have rejected it immediately. How long, can you go with out it now?
Allegiance
Pledge nothing of the sort.
The Pledge of Allegiance was written in August 1892 by the socialist minister Francis Bellamy (1855-1931). It was originally published in The Youth’s Companion on September 8, 1892. Bellamy had hoped that the pledge would be used by citizens in any country.
In its original form it read:
“I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
In 1923, the words, “the Flag of the United States of America” were added. At this time it read:
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
In 1954, in response to the Communist threat of the times, President Eisenhower encouraged Congress to add the words “under God,” creating the 31-word pledge we say today. Bellamy’s daughter objected to this alteration. Today it reads:
“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
from USHistory.org
Recently, my granddaughter recited this to me, and while I was impressed with her memory skills. My heart was a little crestfallen, that the individuality spirit breaking indoctrination process has begun.
The following could just as easily be taught.
I pledge allegiance to myself,
As a citizen of the world.
And to the resonance
Of which I’m inspired
Sharing notions of peace
Determinably inclusive
With liberty and reverence for all.
On a more optimistic note, maybe the Lewis Black notion of the pledge being nothing more than a “cup of coffee” for elementary school students.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
“Oh, Fuck, I’m in school” Let’s say it again, I need a second cup.”
For a while, I thought I had tinnitus, until ideas like the one immediately above surfaced and the ringing in my ear is actually a chorus of angels hooting and hollering that I chose not to have any biological mini versions of me. I can only imagine how ill functioning they’d be.
Another reason I know to keep my thoughts to myself and post my counter contrarion ideas to this blog.
I can only hope that by exposing these radical unconventional thoughts here is that later I will reread them and a lesson I needed to learn from will be apparent.
It probably all stems from, falling for
Steve Martin’s
“Non-Conformists Oath”
“I promise to be different,
I promise to be unique,
I promise not to repeat things, other people say”.
Who knew that texting would be the evolutionary purpose and progress trap of opposable thumbs……..?
I am most proud of my humility
I am least proud of my narcissism
Just a couple sequential non sequiturs.
The gist of it is, students took on the “role” of “Prison guards” and “prisoners” as a psychological experiment. It had to be cut short, because the “Prison guards” students took on that “role” too well, and started abusing the “prisoners”.
Check out info on Wikipedia.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanford_prison_experiment
With that, I propose a larger experiment that should cause no harm.
Global Forgiveness Experiment.
Play with me here, what if, we ideologically chose to forgive anyone any where for what ever has happened in the past.
From that standpoint, people don’t usually attack unless they’re hurting. With that forgiveness notion, we could at least try to figure out why they are hurting and why they feel they have to attack.
Or simply try to help heal the pain, so they no longer feel like striking out from a position of pain.
Could drop all the indignant righteousness, and look upon the other with compassion, instead of condemnation. Which hurts ourselves as much as it does them.
The positive ramifications could be endless, from each our own immediate circle of those whom we love and that love us.
To the global reach of what one country does to another country, because it is striking out for “hurts” it has experienced.
Truthiness is a quality characterizing a “truth” that a person making an argument or assertion claims to know intuitively “from the gut” or because it “feels right” without regard to evidence, logic, intellectual examination, orfacts.[1] Wikipedia
Truthiness, coined by Stephen Colbert
Morality, like truth is fluid, relative and timely.
How long can you state the following in a place, that is room temperature until what you say is no longer the truth?
First, you have to put an ice cube in your hand.
I have an ice cube in my hand.
Repeat…….
Repeat. ……
Repeat……..
Liar.
Kind of like, the morality of stealing, of course it is wrong, right? Yet, let’s say a piece of bread is “stolen”, because you have no money, but unless you feed a starving child some food, the child will probably die, then circumstantialy there is a hierarchy of morality. It maybe “wrong” to steal, yet, it is more “right” to keep a human being alive. Right?
White lies.
How can you teach children not to lie, when lies are perpetually utilized to get children not to lie.
Santa Claus is watching, are you telling me you did not eat that candy? Hmmm?
Truth
“Opposite of a profound truth is another profound truth.”
Niels Bohr
If it is not something you can demonstrate quantitatively and substantiate repeatedly, it’s a lie .
Play with me here.
I have money in the bank.
Ahhhhngh, wrong.
You might have black digitized pixels representing perceived numerical figures arranged in apparent order on a screen, that lead you to believe that you have money in the bank, but you do not.
Simply put, your wealth or pauper status is simply numbers on a screen.
Sleep tight.
I’ll believe in God as a humanoid thought form entity when conceptually that being, can cut something so thin, it only has one side.
My fantasy is to live in a world of reality.
I think, hmmmm….
Wonder if I could handle it?
I’m still trying to figure out where this shit comes from, that appears on this screen from out of my head and fingers.
Not me, I want to live in a mind your own business neighborhood.
I mean completely mind your own business with a lazer focus down to the minutest of details. Keeping in mind, I’ll be doing the same. In other words, behaving like a good neighbor for you too.
So much so, that I will give you absolutely no reason to concern yourself with me or my families affairs.
What a perfect world, that would be, if everyone was so intently focused on their own behavior, modifying it themselves, in a way that if they saw somebody else behave in a way that mirrored their own bad behavior they do not like, that they immediately saw the connection and altered their own, as a way of behaving so as not to be bothered by what someone else did that they do not like.
Kind of like removing the plank from your own eye before helping someone remove the speck from theirs.
Or, putting on your oxygen mask on before assisting others.
Otherwise, it is just inviting an atmosphere of big brother, that is not brought down on the masses from the top, but rather everybody and their brother being so distracted by concerning themselves with what their neighbors are doing.
They miss the elite taking their money to the bank, and wreaking havoc on people’s lives simply because they are so easily distracted.
Which “neighbor” includes other countries as essentially they are our neighbors and we should stop poking our “nose” in their affairs.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 