I remember pondering, years ago that this world would be better if children were raised by robots.
Contemplating that a properly programmed robot would have a better and broader understanding what a child needs. Plus, it would always be there and not leave, or pit you against the other co-parent robot.
Eliminate sexism, racism, hate, etc.
Eliminate manipulation and control for example Santa Clause. You know, where parents lie to their children, by perpetuating the use of a mythological invisible man, to get them to behave, when hardly any other reasonable ways have been tried. Creating death defying consumerism to no end.
Teach them to question things, as a robot would never tire of that pesky “why” question.
Of course now after having typed that, realize that would best describe how I parented my non biological children. Which in turn, had similarities in my upbringing.
Here’s a good spot for some Styx lyrics from “Mr. Roboto”
I’ve got a secret I’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive, just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide, to keep me alive
I’m not a robot without emotions. I’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I’m not a hero, I’m not the saviour, forget what you know
I’m just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control. We all need control
I need control. We all need control
I am the modren man (secret secret I’ve got a secret)
Who hides behind a mask (secret secret I’ve got a secret)
So no one else can see (secret secret I’ve got a secret)
My true identity
Perhaps non biological sounds cold and detached, I prefer it over “step” as that indicates something underfoot.
Observing them re-parent themselves by having mini versions of self and being both parent and child rolled into one, to do or to not do the things, their bio and non bio parents did and also to do the things they would like to have happened.
No one is taking me up on eliminating Santa Claus though.
Rattle less cage.
Is where my being tries to reside.
For one, it’s fun at work, when someone describes a fake difficult task, they think is going to agitate you, and it doesn’t. That rattles their cage.
Kind of like a driving meme that rolls around in my head for safety.
“Make no sudden moves.” 5FM
That or being the egg in the photo on the back of Rush’s 1984 Album “Grace Under Pressure” where an egg is held in a “C” clamp. Just enough pressure to hold it without cracking it.
Who forgot to put on deodorant today?……. Don’t raise your hand. George Carlin
Post-sale marketing, of a bizarre kind.
The following words are found on a container of deodorant. On the “back”, for if it was on the “front” it would not be bought.
Contains odor-fighting “Atomic robots” that “shoot lasers” at your “stench monsters ” and replaces them with, clean, masculine “scent elves”.
If this wasn’t a product, I was already using, it would be the last one I’d pick up, thinking it must not work very well, since the message that conveys, is that it is meant for 7 year old’s.
I’d give them a “plug”, however, am embarrassed it is even at my house. I could protest by not buying it, yet who’d lose out? Not me, but those around me.
Aa my “protest” would “stink”.
Mattresses on the freeway.
Huh?
While living in Los Angeles, at least once a month, you would hear of a traffic jam on the freeway due to a mattress blocking traffic.
Must be the optimism of the human spirit that can loosely tie a 200 pound 6 foot by 8 foot rectangle bouncy marshmallow to the top of a car, with the fervent hope that it will make whatever distance it needs to travel to arrive at the destination intact.
Because you know, no one leaves Point A heading to Point B, without thinking that it will not make it, regardless of how poorly it is tied, or how bad the car shape is, to think that it will not stay for the ride. Otherwise they would have tied it better or rented a truck.
That my friends, is faith inaction.
DISTRACTION
On one hand I don’t watch it because I don’t understand it. On the other hand, primarily because it is an archetype distraction of the most effective nature to keep people unaware, as earthlings infrastructure is collapsing. Drink much “tap” water lately?
From the conversations I hear, some people know more about “their” team, and the stats, players, coaches, rules, scores, trades, missed plays, great catches, or runs, than their children’s teachers, classroom assignments, friends, friends parents, how much tv they watch, how long they’re “glued” to a screen.
Since mommy and mostly daddy are more focused on the distraction, it keeps children uneducated and poorly skilled at thinking, to know only what the “state” deems it absolutely necessary to know.
Plus, reports of domestic abuse go up after games, just from that perspective, why would you participate or engage in something that leads into violence towards mostly women?
If you ever hear two or more conversing it sounds like a dueling banjo verbal jackoff.
Da da dada, da da da, da da.
Well, if “your” quarterback caught the ball.
De da, de da de da de da de.
Man, the field was wide open.
Da da dada, da da da, da da.
That ump ‘ s call was way wrong
De da, de da de da de da de.
Not after the instant replay
Da da dada, da da da, da da.
Your team sucks
De da, de da de da de da de.
Your team sucks more
Get the picture?
Here are some alternatives though.
Quadruple the field and have 4 games playing at once. See if the players could play while all the whistles are being blown on the other three fields, plus being aware of the other players and footballs inadvertently making it onto their field of play.
Might as well, it’s everyone’s tax dollars that subsidize these profitable corporations, stadiums and branding, behind the “pretty” contrasting “colors” that make up people’s “teams”.
Another thing to try would be to roll dice for beginning score. 0 – 0 is way too easy a set-up to predict the outcome. At least for the odds makers.
A 9 – 4 beginning though, or a 12 – 1, would really stir it up. One team with 9 might start off too relaxed, the other might give it their all, just to catch up.
Then it would at least be interesting beyond the “ground” acquisition game being played now, to make it more interesting physically and psychologically.
As long as we’re distracted, let’s take it to interesting extremes, otherwise we’d have to work at becoming a more conscious species by being enlightened and actually spend time fixing the things we say are broken.
Ahhhh, fuck it, I’ll try to evolve later, after the game. …. perhaps the next one. …., maybe the next one…..
Besides, evolution will be exponentially greater, once we’re in survival mode and there are fewer people here because the majority will have been toxified out of existence. . Which has nothing to do with football, but it rolled out of my head, so I left it here.
Simply because the frog stew we’re immersed in is warm and comfy,…….for now…..
Water, women, banjos, fields. scores., frogs? It must be me, that’s too easily “distracted” hmmmm? Should have been watching a football game to stay focused.
Kind of like needing new words for Sunrise and Sunset. I’m sure we could come up with something equally as romantic or inspirational. Just have to put our “thinking” caps on.
Sunrise and Sunset worked, when the only world our species understood was from a Geocentric perspective. Our awareness has since changed to a Heliocentric perspective. Who knows what or where our awareness will be when we get to an intergalactic black hole perspective.
Sunrise and Sunset are deeply imbeded memes, that seem to keep us stuck, because the language and word definitions haven’t caught up to our awareness.
Ever notice that the moon rises, but never sets, it just …….disappears.
Yet, describing the way the planet, is floating around the galaxy around the sun, while spinning on a tilted axis is a log winded way of describing something that doesn’t even come close to the simplicity of a sunrise.
Simply more non provable facts to highlight that just because a belief is widely held, doesn’t mean it is true.
So what’s the point exactly?
Exactly, there is no point.
I am still trying to figure out what compels me to take these thoughts out of my head and put them on this screen.
Amusement, boredom, a higher purpose, no purpose? I’m simply not sure. Profit, Fame, notoriety, maybe so I simply understand myself better.
Ironically, the more I write, the more I’m confused, must keep writing though, like building something without any plans, eventually it gets done.
Oddly enough, I need more words so I can use less of them.
Right off the bat.
E.g. I read a book.
Simple clear, communicates a message. Four syllables, flows easily off the tonge.
However, if you listen to an audio book, I heard a book, doesn’t convey the same message.
For one, it’s no longer a book, but a recording. Certainly, I heard an audio, doesn’t work either.
I listened to a book, kind of works, yet suggests one might have special powers, by merely holding a book up to your ear, that you could magically glean the contents to the brain, via an intuitive transfer system.
Who knows? Maybe I’m just “reading” to much into it.
I’m just fishing for words to best concisely communicate, not only here, but other posts to convey the desired outcome.
See, this whole post is riddled with inaccuracies, confusing words and phrases.
Right of the bat? No one is playing baseball here.
E,g. How and why do we accept that means “for example” (yes, I understand it is Latin for exampli gratia.)
Out of all the words that could be abbreviated, “for” definitely does not need it., “example” is not really in the running either. F.e. should work for that, no?
Fishing? Have no pole, nor am I any where near water. If I start doing that I’ll never figure out the “right” words for these posts.
These are the kind of thoughts that keep me Looking at the World Through a Windshield instead of with my feet up on the desk and being happily published with some kind of substantive content that would make people want to buy a book in the first place.
Ask the child, not the grandparent.
Granted, a one day old cannot answer, try though and ask yourself, as if you are the child being “raised”.
Of course, from that perspective, that twist, makes one realize how infinitely “responsible” you have to be in your actions and words.
EG. Would you want to be hit or be yelled at to be disciplined?
Louis C.K. from his “bit” other people’s kids from the CD “Hilarious”
“Stop hitting me, you’re HUUUUGE, How could you hit me? That’s Crazy. You’re a Giant, and I can’t defend myself. I really think it is crazy that we hit our kids. Here’s the crazy part about it. Kids are the only people in the world you are allowed to hit. Do you realize that?
They’re the most vulnerable and they are the most destroyed by being hit. But it’s “totally” Ok to hit them, and they’re the only ones! If you hit a dog, they fuckin’ will put you in jail for that shit.
You can’t hit a person unless you can prove that they were trying to kill you. But a little tiny person with a head this big, who trusts you implicitly, Fuck ’em, who gives a shit, let’s all hit them. People want you to hit your kid. //
We’re proud of it. // Your damn right I hit my kids!
Why do you hit them? Cause they were doing a thing I didn’t like at the moment, and so I hit them, and guess what?? They didn’t do it after that.
Well, that wouldn’t be taking the easy way out now would it? How about talking to ’em for a second, //”
Being a parent means you have your back up against the wall, all the time. Because its the only job you can’t quit. It’s the only job where you can just put your wrench down, and say “fuck it, guys, I’m leaving. I don’t even want my last check, I’m going home.
GeorgeCarlin from his “bit” kids are too small.
“We’ve got a kid, ” “say, looks like the one we had.” Whatcha gonna do with him? “Gonna raise him.” “Well, don’t plant him too deep.”
Asking the grandparent, only gets you the advice of coming up with the same outcome that got you in the state you are in.
If you were lucky great, then go ahead and inquire about raising children from both sides, lean towards the newcomer though.
(I’m only guessing, I have no clue.)
Because the wisdom in that little being will probably teach you more about yourself than you cared to know. Is going to be a lot more loving and judgment free, then from the elder end.
Unfortunately, that is what most parents do is raise children.
(Geez, that raises a whole other tangent, I better save for another post, or this could go very long.)
(Ok, quick note. I see it at work, way to often, where allegedly “grown” adults go to their supervisors “daddy” to “fix” a “situation” they can’t handle, and if that doesn’t work, call “HR” “mommy” to “tell” on “daddy”.)
Raising adults would be a much better plan.
Just don’t start “raising” them as “adults” to soon though, let them be “kids” first, creative, loving, divine beings that they are.
Somewhere in between, must lie the balance. 5FM
All this from someone who never had any biological mini versions of himself.
Guess one reason is that came about from being raised, as an “adult”. To be so responsible, so early, childlike thoughts exited my head.
Which puts me in the odd situation at nearly 50 to re-parent myself to be more childlike, divine and creative.
Thats probably what this blog is for. Utilizing the Richard Bach notion; “we teach best what we need to learn most ourselves. “
Not sure if the following lyrics will have as much impact as listening to the “live” version of this, but here goes.
Flowers Are Red
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin’ young man
I’m paintin’ flowers he said
She said,
It’s not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There’s a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You’ve got to show concern for everyone else
For you’re not the only one
And she said
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
But the little boy said
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
Well the teacher said
You’re sassy
There’s ways that things should be
And you’ll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me
And she said
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
But the little boy said
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The teacher put him in a corner
She said
It’s for your own good
And you won’t come out ’til you get it right
And all responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said, and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin’
She said
Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let’s use every one
But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said
And he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There’s no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.
On the “Live” version, Harry kicks in with tear jerker;
But, there must still be a way to get our children to say;
“There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one”
George Carlin: Now, speaking of parents and speaking of bullshit, two ideas that aren’t always mutually exclusive, by the way, I’d like to mention a special kind of bullshit that has taken hold in this country in the last thirty to forty years. It’s a form of bullshit that really can only be called “child worship”. It’s child worship. It’s this excessive devotion to children.
I’m talking about today’s professional parents, these obsessive diaper sniffers who are overscheduling and overmanaging their children and robbing them of their childhoods.
Even the simple act of playing has been taken away from children, and put on mommy’s schedule in the form of “play dates”. Something that should be spontaneous and free is now being rigidly planned. When does a kid ever get to sit in the yard with a stick anymore?
Children are our future, a meme, that abdicates responsibility.
“There is only this moment.”
Bill Hicks
Everything else, is prequels and sequels.
Is creating a new disease.
Car Pal, Thumb All – Syndrome.
Looking at the world through a windshield. 