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Politics, like everything else


Digging in your heels

Only exacerbates the problem

Creating over defensiveness, rigidity and stupidity

What if people who opposed a politician’s policies

Had compassion, instead of condemnation?

For example, a wall

In a dark and not so fun house of mirrors

We would see the correlation

From both sides of the mirror

At least metaphorically speaking

For one, the one proposing it

Obviously wants to be “walled” in

Protected, from “what” we do not know

The other reflection of those opposed

Only represents the need to take

Down, their own “walls”

At least from the perspective

Of an “air ride seat psychologist”

Not only do I need to tear down a wall

Must needs to dismantle the

Artificial dome of isolation

Protecting the world

Of me, from me


“When you change the way you look at things

The thing you look at changes.”

– Dr. Wayne Dyer 




Misguided Appreciation

This originated at a child’s birthday party and concluded at Christmas.

Overhearing parents remind their children, to say, Thank you, for their gifts.

Unfortunately my head goes to the George Carlin type unspoken kid dialogue. Much like the overdubbing of voices in Mystery Science Theatre 3K

“Then there were the cliches; lazy language. But we had answers for those cliches, man. Kids had answers for those cliches. We didn’t get to deliver them, you know. No sense getting the s**t beat out of you every day. But we had answers.

The most popular and used child’s answer that went on, I think, without the parent hearing it was- “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- Huh? No, no, I didn’t say anything. Well, thinking out loud, I guess.” //

It didn’t matter what they said; we had an answer. “Don’t you understand English?”

“Not fully, no.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Six. (WHOP!) f**k, thought you were looking for information, Ma.”

“Don’t talk back to me!”

“Huh?” “Don’t talk back!” “You’re teaching me a language, aren’t you? You’re telling me no more practicing?”

“I’ll wash your mouth out with soap!”

“I’ll blow bubbles out my ass!”

“You just wait ’til your father comes home!”

“Eh, hot s**t! That m**********r never comes home. Thanks, Ma, I’ll see you later. I’ll be bad for a week.” 

There’s one last cliche. Not everyone got to hear it, but it was out there. “I have tried to be both a mother and father to you.”

“Go f**k yourself!” “That’s the thanks I get…” “That’s the thanks you get.” Sounds like a bum deal.”

– George Carlin


Say, Thank you for your gifts.

Fuck you, my future will be shit.

Toys, like cars, can only be used one at a time. What am I going to do with 17 of them? Ignore them and glue young eyes to the mesmerizing soul sucking flashing siren screen of conformity and violence, dull dialogue and chaotic content.

Be long term selfish. Put that money away for me for a college education. Or since you say you love me so much, stop being distracted by such gleefully depressing consumption and work with your fellow bipedal earthling artists and fix the water supply and its planetary food distribution systems.

Or, don’t work so much just to throw it away and spend some time together figuring out what we are here for.

Eliminate Rule of Law laws, subjecting would be enlightened beings to being rats in a maze / cage, lost running around pushing levers for food, shelter and acceptance. Stop celebrating an out of balance despised yet admired power vacuum.

Become aware of your divinity and mine instead of being so hell bent on ignoring a solvable problem of overpopulation simply because it feeds the gluttonous appetite of soulless corporations bottomless bottom line.

More consumers, more consumption,  more waste, less space. More pressure, less release. More distraction, less focus.
A malignant system of hocus-pocus.

Oops, guess that unspoken kid dialogue turned in to a rambunctious rant from a tyrannical toddler wanting a future that is not deluged with distraction and deception, chaos and consumables.

Rather a world where guidance and enlightenment are cherished and shared over discipline and control.

My awareness shows me that my children and grandchildren have more wisdom to teach me, than anything I could convey to them as anything intelligent. Just have to pay attention.

Too many people
causing too many
problems, not enough
love to go around.

– Genesis

“Land of Confusion”



If Only

If only there were giants among us to help me prove a point, seeing how my flawless logic and reason have failed me.

When I hear (which to me, is an auditory observation) what people describe as things they’ve done to “raise” their children, or grandchildren my soul cringes.

Which, usually causes what sounds like to me, infinite peaceful wisdom, becomes freed from my vocal chords, only to fall on deaf ears.

In this case, an acquaintance (friends are hard to come by) felt compelled to volunteer, that in order to “discipline” his granddaughter, and that it “works”, it is perfectly OK to spank her at 3 years old.

What spilled forth from my throat was a suggestion that perhaps that is wrong. Suggesting that if that were true, then it should be true in all cases.

So, in other words, if a giant that was three times taller than you, weighed four times as much, sought to “correct” or stop a behavior of yours. It would be perfectly acceptable for that ominous giant to strike you?

Someone 17 feet tall, 540 lbs. who you trusted innately and with all your heart and soul. Grabbed you by the arm, held you steady to inflict pain on your backside.

Merely because that was the convenient and quick way to “teach” you a lesson. You would not respect that giant, you would learn to live in fear.

Well, that’s not going to happen, see, you just don’t understand because you’ve never had any biological children of your own.

Excuse me, you’re disregarding my scenario, because granted,  it is implausible to prove. Lest of course you had an imagination and a willingness to accept metaphors, and evolve.

And yes, one of the many reasons I never created any mini me’s, is because I did not want to do, to a spark of God, what my parents did to me. Corporal punishment aside.

For me it was a wooden cooking spoon. Granted, it wasn’t very often, but lasted long enough, till I was old and wise enough to grab the spoon. Whilst in the meantime, living in fear of someone who allegedly “loved” me.

It probably goes hand in hand with the religious, turned secular notion justification cliché, “spare the rod, spoil the child” unquestioned, arrogant and wounded (my parents did it to me, look how “good” I turned out.) belief.

How ’bout leading by example and not do as I say, not as I do scenario. Like hurling insults at your spouse, then wondering why the three year old is “talking” back at you. Monkey see monkey do, get it?



Sing Sting Sing

Another version for Sting to sing, since the Donald thinks his “button” is “bigger” than everyone one else’s.

Adapted from Sting’s “Russians”

“North Koreans”

In East Asia and America, there’s a growing feeling of hysteria

Conditioned to ignore to all the screams
In the empty bellies of the North Koreans

Kim Jong Un said we will bury you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view

It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If North Koreans love their children too

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy

There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence
Or the ignorant racist trump-ettes
(Hoping an extra line won’t spoil the parody)

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope N Koreans love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To print words tweeted by the thumbs of the President
There’s no such thing as a winnable war
It’s a lie we don’t believe anymore

Mr. Trump says we will protect you
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope N Koreans love their children too

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
What might save us, me, and you
Is if the N Koreans love their children too


Will someone please tell our Ruskie rube occupying the white house that even if the earth is flat and the “deep state” is in control, the nuclear winter ashes and isotopes will still blow east to west and eventually land on Mar a Lago’s golf course.


“Oppenheimer’s deadly toy” refers to the atomic bomb. Robert Oppenheimer was an American physicist who was considered “The father of the atomic bomb.”

He later regretted his creation, saying he intended it to be used for energy in peace time (source: “Russians by Sting Songfacts”).

Original lyrics

“Russians” out in 1985



In Europe and America there’s a growing feeling of hysteria.

Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets.

MIster Krushchev said, “We will bury you.”
I don’t subscribe to this point of view.

It’d be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too.

How can I save my little boy from Oppenheimer’s deadly toy?

There is no monopoly on common sense
On either side of the political fence.

We share the same biology, regardless of ideology.

Believe me when I say to you,
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the president?

There’s no such thing as a winnable war,
It’s a lie we don’t believe anymore.

Mister Reagan says, “We will protect you.”
I don’t subscribe to this point of view.

Believe me when I say to you,
I hope the Russians love their children too

We share the same biology, regardless of ideology.

But what might save us, me and you,
Is if the Russians love their children too

Songwriters: Gordon Sumner / Serge Prokofieff

Russians lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Episode Now

Star Peace

A True Hope

A Paradigm Parody


In perpetuity of constant war. Rebellious thoughts, feed the machine they are rebelling against. Thoughts of awareness of victory enter true consciousness, letting go the need be victorious.

It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire.



In a period of enlightenment, intergalactic time machines, fueling near a nebula from luminous space dust. The masters of wisdom disseminated how to enter other dimensions at will and discover and harness new senses.

During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the Empire’s ultimate weapon, the DEATH STAR, an armored space station with wnough power to destroy an entire planet.



Leading with example and deep soul resting meditations. All entities are encouraged to achieve the complete awareness of being, its power of humility and grace. Recognizing the freedom of knowing we are all one.



Pursued by the Empire’s sinister agents, Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy….Episode IV

It’s Archeo-logical

You dig


Digging deep

For a lost divinity

The spark of God

Buried under layers

Of sarcasm


And apathy

Like a

Lost ancient

Bejeweled city

In the desert

The first layers

Can be excavated

With a backhoe

The second

A shovel

On to a trowel

Then a scoop

A spoon

A pencil

A brush

And finally

A qtip

To unearth

The diamond inside

Made harder and

More brilliant

From the

Subsequent pressure

Under all the

Layers of



Jokes and

Inhuman stoicism

To be washed

Polished and shined

To a radiant



White light

And luminous

Rainbows of color


You Dig


Methinks, am at the trowel stage.
Must keep digging.


An excerpt from


“Grand Designs”

So much poison in power
The principles get left out
So much mind on the matter
The spirit gets forgotten about 
Like a righteous inspiration 
Overlooked in haste 
Like a teardrop in the Ocean 
A diamond in the waste 
Some world-views are spacious 
And some are merely spaced

A Different Trail of Tears

In no way shape or form am I intending to diminish the plight of a proud people’s removal from their personal parcels of the planet as they were painstakingly pushed by pilgrims, plantation plunderers, puritans, presidents and profiteers to puny parched places.

Rather, briefly learned more about it after this post’s title, popped into my head of what “our” government can do under the guise and greed of when and how * “We The People” decides to do what it wants.

Disregarding the “Rights” of whichever fellow space travelers it chooses, as it sees fit, for its own purpose and agenda. In this case it seemed to be for gold and cotton.

In part, probably because they had the infinitely eternal wisdom to suggest that the “land” was not theirs to be “owned” in the first place.  Therefore that wisdom was used against them by the conquering greed pigs who “decided” “they” could.

“The Trail of Tears was a series of forced removals, sometimes at gunpoint, of Native American nations from their ancestral homelands in the Southeastern United States to other areas, one which was an area West of the Mississippi River that had been designated as Indian Territory.

The forced relocations were carried out by government authorities following the passage of the Indian Removal Act in 1830. Many of the relocated native people suffered from exposure, disease, and starvation while en route to their new designated reserve, and many died before reaching their various designated reserve(s). 

– Wikipedia

What do you know, man made laws through manufactured consent. Implemented swiftly by the tyranny of a majority, regardless that if the roles were reversed it would be uncivilized and wrong.

We’ll spend an infinity of aeons making responsible reparations for that Republican’s (Andrew Jackson) reckless ramifications of rounding up first peoples, forcing them off to rough remote reservations.

“It just seems to me, that only a really low IQ population could have taken this beautiful continent, this magnificent American landscape that we inherited.

Well, actually we stole it from the Mexicans and the Indians, but hey, it was nice when we stole it. Looked pretty good, it was pristine. Paradise.”

– George Carlin

The trail being, the one I saw and unfortunately participated in, the post Christmas run to the dump of boxes,  redundant “secure” packaging, wrapping paper, broken toys, etc.

Beyond the typical one week deep dumpster deluge that derelictly drives debt.

Seen as the silent steady stream of suv’s  stacked with spent savings of sullied sale selections of ’16 that shortly satisfied society’s insatiable starvation for shiny stuff, now looming large in local landfills.

“Have you pictured what this planet is going to be like in 40 to 50 years? It’s going to be a big smoking ball of shit, a big, smoking, flaming, stinking ball of gaseous shit. That’s what’s going to happen.”

– George Carlin

A tearful sadness unrecognized, yet unsurpassed as our enlightenment goes unfulfilled under a misunderstanding of our ubiquitous imperialism of chaotic consumption. Instead of learning the ways of the original care takers.


“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
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.”

– Doug Stanhope


For me it is a colossal catch 22, for what I rant against, feeds my family. Being the goofball that gets paid to bring the shiny stuff to the stores and having the time to think about alternatives.

The “we the people” perspective was inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates book “Between the World and Me”.