A follow-up to “No Thanks”
The highway sign at the off ramp
“This Community Supports Its Troops”
Sponsored by local social clubs
Does nothing to “support” troops
It supports the local social clubs
Plus the sign maker
Hint hint… Follow the money
As to who put the sign up
And where the money goes
Besides, in my best perception if
A community supported its troops
There would be no more troops
If all individuals who might go off
To be a troop felt love and “support”
From the community that their worth
Was being, in just being, an individual
They might not feel compelled to
Join a military group of troops
To find and feel a sense of belonging
That they could have, if supported
By the allegedly “supportive” community
You would also see no homelessness
As many veterans (former troops) are
Homeless seeking society’s support
“Veterans are 50% more likely to become homeless than other Americans due to poverty, lack of support networks, and dismal living conditions in overcrowded or substandard housing.”
– greendoors.org
In addition to the complex set of factors that affect most homeless individuals lack of affordable housing, poverty, job or income loss, mental illness, substance abuse, health problems, etc. many veterans live with the lingering effect of PTSD, often compounded by a lack of family and social support networks.
– pinestreetinn.org
I guess all that flag waving and beer drinking patriotism money at the onset of whichever war, could have been saved in the community chest to support the troops, when they need it the most.
Certainly, instead of some faded highway sign, lost in the freeway foliage.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Tis the season to…….
Do
Everything
But
Act
To
Evolve
Much better to argue incompetence vs. inexperience, apathy vs. indifference, morality vs. rights. Over and over, over nothing but vocalizations, falling on deaf ears. To cheering on-lookers, doing nothing as well, save expending energy on their extended two-minutes hate.
With delusional distractions designed to deceive Pavlovian people postulating that “their” politician will pull through and win. Or seize power, as a projection of masking internal weaknesses.
“I’ll show you politics in America.
Here it is, right here.
“I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.”
“I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.”
“Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!”
“Shut up! Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control.”
– Bill Hicks
If this was a Christ like nation, instead of an alleged Christian nation, everybody would be fed, housed and healed. The only debate would be how to do it quicker, for less money, while reaching more people. After beating the swords into plowshares. Guns into serving utensils.
Isaiah 2:4
“They shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.”
“Have you ever noticed that the only metaphor we have in our public discourse for solving problems is to declare war on it?
We have the war on crime, the war on cancer, the war on drugs.
But did you ever notice that we have no war on homelessness?
You know why? Because there’s no money in that problem. No money to be made off of the homeless.
If you can find a solution to homelessness where the corporations and politicians can make a few million dollars each, you will see the streets of America begin to clear up pretty damn quick!”
George Carlin
“When you’re stepping over a homeless guy on the sidewalk…
Does it ever occur to you to think.
“Wow – maybe our system doesn’t work?!”
– Bill Hicks
That seems U.N.D.E.B.A.T.E.A.B.L.E.
Universally
Negligent
Distracting
Everybody
By
Always
Titillating
Everything
And
Blaming
Literally
Everyone
Solipsism swims
Deep in the abysmal pool
Of Narcissism
There is no north.
At least not in the abstract
Which is like the realization
There is no reason for the
Alphabet to be in its contrived
“Alphabetical” order
Save the sing-song recitation
So Ingrained that if
You cannot say it automatically
You must be drunk…..
ABCD, EFG, H….I….mshd b drunque
(I need a blog post compass, so these things arrive, where they intended)
This goes as nowhere, as our trajectory through the cosmos, just goes and goes.
While we experience ourselves subjectively by looking into, at and onto the surrounding house of mirrors.
Besides, there is celestial north, magnetic north and map north.
But how, when the earth is spinning, whilst zipping through space. Orbiting around a local star in an eternal ethereal, can we possibly know, which direction is which?
This begs the question, how can one be free, if they are controlled by which way is up.
Knowing in twelve thousand years, (give or take) the star Polaris, (the “North” Star) will be replaced by the star Vega.
Oopsie.
Time has a better arrow, even though it only lasts a moment, and unlike the planet’s axis “poles”, never reverse.
“Just follow your arrow
Wherever it points, yeah
Follow your arrow
Wherever it points”
– Kasey Musgrave
In the world
Will not awaken
The woke
To wake up to
Their own foibles
Deeply roasted
With a frothy layer
Of pretentiousness
Nary enough cream
To reduce bitterness
Over their grande
Missed opportunities
Of participation
Over passé pointing
How the world
Could be if only
Other people
Changed “their” ways
To the ideal cup
They drink from
Sipping their lattes
Instead of gulping
Their guilt of being
The change
They want to experience
Of course all lives matter
From the cool comfy
Corner consciousness cafe
But what about Juan Valdez
Does his life matter
Slaving away in the
Columbian mountains
Hand picking coffee cherries
Who probably could not
Afford a mountain mocha
Let alone know what
One tastes like
But you can bet
He is wide awake
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Or another cup of coffee
Me too constantly
Thinks of utopia
Which nearers itself
Each passing moment
With the realization that
“This is a perfect world
I’m riding on an incline
I’m staring in your face
You’ll photograph mine
And I’ve been walking, talking
Believing the things that are true
And I’ve been finding
The difference between right and wrong…good and bad
See me put things together
Put them back where they belong
Am I just like the others
Have I always been singing t
The same song
This is a perfect world
I’m riding on an incline
I’m staring in your face
You’ll photograph mine”
“Perfect World”
– Talking Heads
A sign of intelligence
Is a sign of no signs
No cryptic catchphrases
No malignant messages
No simple slogans
No deity declarations
No vinyl vehicle verses
No behemoth billboards
No skeletal skin canvas corruptions
All disintegrating cosmologically
In a moment or two
Nope, in a moment
Much like posts on this blog
A diary of detachment
Deciphering dichotomies
Described in detail
To myself or passers-by
Who choose to read by
Their own limited freewill
Of which I am grateful
Amazed and amused
Having read anything
Would return to again read
The contents of my cranium
Which is a lot like
Emptying a junk drawer
Over and over in a search
For a sign of intelligence
Not today, not today
Wait
That’s a signpost up ahead
You are exiting the twilight zone.
Very very slowly
Holding on loosely
To Einstein’s theory
That everything is
Happening at once
Where it makes sense
Is contemplating different
Yet adjacent dimensions
Ever “lose” your keys, only to find them, where they were supposed to be, in the first / last place you looked. Where were they?
Exactly……in a nearby adjacent dimension for no reason until you absolutely needed to manifest them, back in this dimension.
“It’s always in the last place you look. Of course it is, why would you keep looking after you found it?”
– George Carlin
There are colors we can not see.
“Red-green and yellow-blue are the so-called “forbidden colors.” Composed of pairs of hues whose light frequencies automatically cancel each other out in the human eye, they’re supposed to be impossible to see simultaneously.”
– livescience.com
Sounds we can not hear, (mmmm, dog whistles) so, why not dimensions that can not be sensed? Makes sense to me.
The “proof” is in the language we use. Newborns are considered “arrivals”. The deceased are usually described as the dearly departed. Both suggesting a transcendence in and out of a realm, we can neither see or comprehend.
Like the tree in the forest that falls without a sound, because there are no ears to hear it. Reality only exists because there are words to describe it. No….? Try describing what you perceive as reality….. without using words.
All the proof I once had is now back there anyway, wherever the earth was in its spin in the impossible to return to trajectory.
The fun consideration of an adjacent, yet invisible dimensions is from a scientific / layperson view, it takes on the invisible man floating on a cloud, Godlike quality to it.
It can not be seen, only believed, interpreted, misinterpreted, reconfigured and modeled into what each subjective perceiver, feels comfortable with.
The upshot is, it may (like God) or may not be there. However, the judgemental puppet master aspect is removed. Which, to my best perception does not exist anyway. Yet, there are words for it, so it must.
“The Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
John 1:1
Especially in the collective consciousness that created God in a spacetime that gets carried with us, each moment there is a moment. God being the word, making up all the words, that make reality “real”.
How if any of that, is going to lead to an absolute conclusion that everything is happening all at once is beyond me.
“All I want to do is learn to think like God. All the rest is just details.”
– Albert Einstein
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
I have another pair here somewhere, where the heck are they? Oh scheisse, resting on my nose…….”where” I left them……..
Great, now I can go look for colors I can’t see.
Where are the internal ears, to hear the voice, that does not speak? From a throat that has no vocal chords.
Oh….
“God is the voice that says, I am not here.. “
Don DeLillo
“Falling Man”
But seriously, how is it, we can hear this voice? The one you are listening to right now, as you read this. Certainly, while it is in my voice. (the words that found their way on to this screen, through my fingertips, that voice.)
Yet, not the voice that emanates from my throat and mouth, which has a certain kind of squeaky, Kermit the frog’s pitch and tone to it.
Great, now you/I know what this originally sounded like.
Which you are trying to audibly picture through your recollection what Kermit sounds like and are desperately attempting to emulate with your voice, listening to with the ears, you don’t have either. Try it on this.
“Do I talk to myself, I don’t think I talk to myself.”
– Jack Canfield
Holy s#!&, I am talking to my self. Which, when you repeat the above in a James Earl Jones / Darth Vader voice, or sing it back in a Stephen Tyler voice will realize, you are talking and singing to your self.
Before considering whether or not to ask the question of the psychotherapist, of the different sounds the voices in your head is making, while talking and singing to yourself as to “where the ears are ?”
To which they will say, that question, up until now has been unheard of.
“Dream on, dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on, ah
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me if it’s just for today
Maybe tomorrow,
The good Lord will take you away”
– Aerosmith
“It’s just another day in paradise
As you stumble to your bed
You’d give anything to silence
Those voices ringing in your head
You thought you could find happiness
Just over that green hill
You thought you would be satisfied
But you never will-
Learn to be still”
– The Eagles
Try this instead
But like a moment
It will not last because
It is freaky still
One does not even have to close their eyes, a quick contemplation will suffice. (Also helps, so you can read further.)
The cool part is, you can do this wherever you are, regardless of what you are doing. Only takes a fraction of a second.
Realize, your surroundings, yet from a distance. Say a visable, yet internal perspective in the outer band of stars of the Milky Way. Particularly the “local” star, with its 3rd rock in tow, with you on it.
Scooting along at 67,000 miles per hour, (87 x the speed of sound, rockets only go 9x) while spinning approximately 1,000 miles per hour.
Not very still, now are you.
Unsure what your reaction will be, but it makes my heart skip a beat to grasp the magnitude of what is going on.
Which can instantly transform the next or last thought, that you consider/ed “SO” important.
Either of, a needing to be right, narcissistic, self-effacing, happy or sad. When your very existence is dependent on an ozone layer only 3mm thick (2 pennies stacked). Protecting you from being cooked to a crisp while allowing you to breathe.
//
“We are like sheep without a shepherd
We don’t know how to be alone
So we wander ’round this desert
And wind up following the wrong gods home
But the flock cries out for another
And they keep answering that bell
And one more starry-eyed messiah
Meets a violent farewell-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still”
– The Eagles
How?
At that speed, under such fragile conditions, could one possibly, learn to be still?
The economy and your wallet, your vehicle and how much energy it has to get you around. (That avoids, all the “how it is powered BS. Whaaah, electric vehicles are more harmful to the planet, NO. People are. Those keep getting produced.) The food and water, their levels of toxicity, vs. dwindling nutrition and availability.
Wondering who is allegedly leading, this country or any other. Look around…..no one. Save the corporations playing with people pawns, for greed and amusement. A little skirmish here, some starvation over there. A disaster around the corner, chasing one that just passed. Plus a whole lot of daily distractions to keep one from being still.
“Now the flowers in your garden
They don’t smell so sweet
Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet
There are so many contridictions
In all these messages we send
(We keep asking)
How do I get out of here
Where do I fit in?
Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will-
Learn to be still
Learn to be still
You just keep on runnin’
Keep on runnin'”
“The Eagles”
Good luck with that…….
“Maybe you’ve forgotten
The heaven lying at your feet”
– The Eagles
“Hell Freezes Over”
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Of freedom
Is confined to its
Inheritant limitations
By its given definitions
Words caging
Its very meaning
By specific description
Chained to each
Mysterious meaning
Chasing them backwards
Freedom
“1: The quality or state of being free”
* – M-W.com
Quality
“1 a : Peculiar and essential nature”*
State
“1 a : Mode or condition of being”*
“It’s not a free country. You’re born free…
I mean, you are born absolutely free, except for the laws of nature. If you drink, you get drunk. That’s a law. If you get old, you die. That’s a law too. If you sit on a tack, you will bleed from the ass.
These are the only laws they that you’re born with. And any kind of government just #ucks you out that type of freedom.”
– Doug Stanhope
Freedom ought to have the same definition behind it as meaningless. Nothing.
Not as in freedom is meaningless, rather unconfined by rational or irrational attachment to defining words.
Freedom by its very essence, without definition, is whatever the perceiver interprets it as.
Locking it down to a singular understanding incarcerates it more than a prison.
“It’s all about money, not freedom, y’all, okay? Nothing to do with fuckin’ freedom. If you think you’re free, try going somewhere without fucking money, okay?”
Bill Hicks
People peddle their freedom for security, like it is a currency on the exchange market. Trading it when the tide rolls in, or when the wind blows.
“Just an observation,
Maybe I need
Different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
Looking at the world through a windshield. 