LATE BREAKING?
BARACK OBAMA 59% VS. HILLARY CLINTON30%
According to Chris Matthews on “Hardball”
These are a polls numbers of Democrats who
feel who is best able to defeat John McCain
as of March 31, 2008.
For whatever that means.
Nationally, in that same order, this week for the election it is 51% to 43%, or 8 point spread.
I took this last night of Arizona golden poppies. They grow wild here and there in the yard.
closed for the day.
IN CASE YOU DO NOT KNOW, CENTRAL MISSOURI AND ARK. VICINITY, INCLUDING TULSA, OK, YOU KNOW WHATS ARE ON THE LOOSE.
Try to have a weather radio or check out radar, it is easy on the Internet.
This weather system is moving east-northeast, so watches may spread that way.
IF YOU ARE NEAR OKLAHOMA CITY, CHECK YOUR RADAR RIGHT NOW TO SEE IF YOU NEED TO TAKE SHELTER!
SERIOUS SUPPER-CELLS ARE SHOWING ROTATION, MEANDERING FROM THE WEST TOWARD TOWN.
Most times on my stats, at the bewitching hour of 5pm, the new WordPress day begins. I enter the the next day. From 5 until 9 pm my time, there is little activity to my blog, then often around ten pm, my time (1am east coast), over about an hour or two, visits multiply 3-5 times. Are the vampires on-line then, the evening shift home, the English or South Africans waking? Maybe insomniacs have found a cure? Could be my blog causes people to pass out. Might be the final destination of sleep walkers. Somethings up.
It is kind of nice to know when I am ready for a last movie to end the day, or listening to music and maybe reading or in a final discussion, that somewhere in the great unknown webby tube thingy, someones are paying a visit.
We would not be where we are without you!
But where are we?
FIRE spit out of my fingers
onto a wall without reason
a hand could send signals
through time
through lives
and all for the freedom
of taking a look
doing something
outside myself
on a cave wall
a living memory
the underside of a cliff
I touch you, see
out of nowhere
I reach you with just one clue
we contact outside of time
was it a minute
a while
a brief forever
does it matter?
.
.
.
(hand prints and all colors done by me with concrete impregnated with dye)
We have learned
that anyone can do it
anyone can play the puppet
I could speak off the teleprompters
repeating over and over, and over
just like old George Orwell said
I could scare the masses silly
making them dumbfounded
ready made for deception
change words meanings
it is what we have seen
what has come to be
my friends could get
incredibly wealthy
they would owe me
that is what nepotism
and our despotism
are always about
it could be me
or you siphoning
off of life’s energy
forcing our own will
upon if we are willing
to toss it all away
on sure delusion
and each dollar
like Orwell said
scare them good
good and stupefied
then tell them straight
whomever disagrees
is a liar or a traitor
misguided fringe
a seditious element
to be hounded down
by sycophants and bias
along with each freedom
then marginalize them
make them look nutty
you know it, ridicule
conservatism’s slave
tempting our hubris
now you own normal
the machinery is set up
to change the votes
to lose the trail
to tell the tale
only from our
point of view
now truth is bias
the hint will be
gotten inside out
the threat to freedom
bend it wide to oblivion
for it is we the doer’s
who own all Creation
having taken it away
right from under
the Almighty’s nose
if we ruin this world
running it ragged
using it all up
spitting it out
the public kept
deaf and dumb
so! what!
we have lived glory
been followed as gods
bowed to by believers
owned others wills
in the good life
we have taken
advantage
of all life
have taken
its very soul
consumed it
without a fear
for any one
or any thing
to stop us
anyone
could do it
we have seen it
the ungodly exchange
in our night of fear;
blood is cheaper
than oil.
Being involved with family violence control puts me in an odd situation.
I have avoided physical fighting my whole life. Childhood became the most significant influence on this. My father had told me, and I took it as holy law, that you as a guy, do not strike women. I cannot say that my older sisters and I did not have shoving matches, but for me that would have been self defense. Our family dynamics was heavy on the mental sparing which can seem actually more devastating.
The physical violence in our house was later done, after my mothers death, by a step mother-guardian. She would not hesitate to hit, throw objects and threaten with knives. She sent my father to the hospital with a big gash across his forehead. I slept with the largest kitchen knife under my pillow as a self defense plan for a knife attack while I was asleep. She had hit me in the face while I was asleep, then locked me out in the snow in my pajamas. My father committed suicide not long after that.
Earlier I had incidences when someone seemed to be threatening my life as a freshman high school. I was literally about 100 lbs. and someone morbidly obese around 500 lbs, held me under water to near drowning during pool time in a crowded pool. He had done this more than once. It became so serious to me (swallowing-inhaling watter) that I thought I would have to take matters into my own hands. One more time, and I was going to put him in a headlock with my legs around his neck and hold him under until it meant something. I was a totally inhibited kid and did not trust authority to do anything but blame the victim. So I had to weigh in my mind, possibly causing someones death and being called and treated as a murderer.
As it turned out, he never did that again. But I was sure it would have been me to blame and I would have felt I had no options in my own self defense. No one seemed to notice him doing this during the pool commotion, so I believed no one would accept my story. It just never came through to experience. In physical confrontations during boyhood, I found I had to keep the potential for rage out of me, especially since I had no doubt that I would take down someone twice my size. It took someone quite a bit larger and older to overcome me. I was afraid of my rage and how if unleashed it would seem out of my control.
(As evidence that I am not just delusional about this strength proclamation. When it rained a lot during physical education, outdoor activities were called off and we were put into the gym, we freshmen and the sophomores, to have a thing called “bombardment”. This is where there are two sides chosen, a line across the middle of the gym, where the two sides throw rubber balls a little smaller than a soccer ball at each other. Out of about 150 students divided in two, little me was one of the last picked, last or second to last.
Well the first game I discovered that being in the lower 10% in size had me a bit afraid, so I hung back as many did. All it took was the guy next to you ducking and a ball out of nowhere taking you out, while leaving a big red mark somewhere. I decided to risk all and take it to the line next game.
You could see most of what was being thrown up front. I found out I could catch any-ones ball thrown at me, but no-one could hold onto mine. I was also very accurate. I won that game. The last guy standing. I was picked second of all players next game. The team first picking, picked his seeming best friend first, so I was first on the other team picked. The next game was the last. It oddly ended up being me the last standing on my team, and a very out of shape guy hiding and dodging in the corner on the other side when the period ran out. I could no longer throw fast enough to eliminate time for him to move. That is how little old me was as a skinny five feet two.)
TRUTH VS ADVICE
What I just said I cannot say to someone involved in family violence. As far as physical violence goes, I do not hit women. I have told ones who gave me any actual physical provocation that, “If you do that again, we are over!” I do not tolerate fighting, especially in the home relationships. I try to avoid physical confrontations with anyone. Now that I am a “senior citizen” I find you are not seen as a threat overall, or there is a kind of automatic respect. Most of that sense of being on guard is much diminished now. I take peace as my way and it path is most often open.
I have found that emotional abuse has prove a bit more difficult to not take part in, compared to a sense of law that one just never does such a thing. I grew up that way, making fun of someones mistake or being ridiculed. It is then a model of behavior I have had to contain and reverse. To do that requires a will and an understanding of the Golden Rule or Categorical Imperative. I need to establish the sense that not only does “what goes around comes around.”, but it is already damaging my life. Abusing others in any way is profoundly self abuse.
I need to see (learn to recognize) when I am treating another like I would not wish to be treated, and immediately review what my self respect or control problem really is. We are often given the information from another that we are on some kind of attack and they becoming defensive, or initiating their own retaliations.
Still, when expressing guidance to someone, it will often fall flat if it is preached or describes as something I am so above, and can’t understand how someone could do such a thing. That fits as a key with very few dysfunctional programs. I have to speak out of and through my own life, the love in your heart has to be in it, to be a gift expected to have a chance at being received.
PROGRESSIVE OR REACTIONARY
In some ways I have described political tactics and ways of manipulation. All manipulation is in some way an abuse of the truth. Its vibrational disturbance will not go unnoticed, except perhaps, by like minded dysfunction. The same situations and rationalizations that come to effect home life are used in the greater life of our world. Even if everyone does it, doesn’t make it right.
We will find manipulative arguments covered if various guises meant to hide their intention, and instead, be represented as your own interest. Fear and insecurity are great hiding places for manipulative interest. Optimistic vision can also be used as a trick to catch someones interest, then later prove to have been a ruse. We need to be both critically minded on the one hand, and have our heart held out open in the other. True adults can do this.
The upcoming election seems to be being based on fear and insecurity vs. hope and optimism, both of these being held as paramount in differing ways by the candidates. I am not saying that we are not justified in having these inclinations. What I am encouraging is the “true believers” and the doubtful to have their wits about them. As citizens and voters, it is up to us to determine the fact from fiction, the hidden agendas from the promises of safety and security. For power will seek to inject its corruptions into all areas of life if let be.
We each are freedom, love, and truths best and last hopes. Better to stand with understanding under their tall light, than the ignorance that festers in the shadows of misunderstanding.
Not even noon here yet, but if you go out with dark shirt it feels like 88, actually it is 68 now. OK, probably 70 in the last 20 min. since I looked.
We had a meeting last night for community interested in taking part in family anti-violence work. It went quite well, but I was tired, having gotten up early for a doctors appointment, then cleaned up late after the evening meeting. Another one related to it but not the same this evening. And then on Saturday the actual regular meeting with a certain family.
GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS
Bad news is, I have always had high blood pressure, (probably since six months old incident-PTSD) but have long outlived my grandfather and father in years. My heart issue from a early childhood fall some 50 years ago was finally diagnosed, and after 50 years of a back burner concern, and lifelong attempts to do good things for my heart, the diagnosis was very good regarding my valve issue. It probably will not be a problem for me for the future. A half century question answered. (I never had a regular doctor.) I had sever arrhythmia for some time after the accident, but no signs now, even under the stress test.
But here today, summer is knocking on the doors. Being up in the mountains a wee bit, even during summer it gets quite cool at night, except for a day or two. You can open windows and doors (screened) at night, and keep the cool into the afternoon. As long as you close them by mid morning!
I will post on the exciting new monsoon seasons we are guaranteed to have, now that they have extended the season for about a month. Who knew we controlled the weather like that!
LET IT RAIN!
Logic held out its shredded hands
amid posture and probability
fear came on as kindness
and deliberation
had triplets
a clown
the mirror
and the mighty wind
.
Reason was left holding back
brimstone hailed emotions
insecurities golden calf
wore a mask of goodness
of honor and most noble cause
a black vortex was called rose
siphoning up compassion
condemning empathy
as if they were
illegitimate children
wards of the welfare state
expected to clean and care for
any hand that held enough money
.
Spinning up worried elites propaganda
pundits guided a groomed church choir
common folk packed into position
received their new commands
to march in loyalties blindfold
when a dark root cellars depth
would have held them more true
a better company that the proud
.
Logic’s air had become vacated
its home left in morbid curiosities
dreams now mixed in with detritus
insulation and roofing shingles lost
were nailed over hearts left hard
now pierced by rusted anger
.
What had been always true
of truth and of loves way
looked for evidence
any kind of history
even one memory
amidst the sorry
cacophony
.
We wailed
we looked for
what survived
of actuality
but alas
from the sky
came the echo’s
of each possibility
emaciated
by hate
by life itself
torn to thunder
.
I USED TO SUPPORT THAT ONE, BUT, now that I have discovered how they really are, I just joined the other side.
Hear yee. Hear yee.
I just read a post to this effect. These sort of statements, (perhaps true occasionally?), will sprout like grass in a freshly manured lawn. There will be many letters to the editor of this nature, but I am discovering they are showing up pro and con for the candidates on the Democrats duel at the moment. Big surprise, not.
TRUE OR FALSE?
What troubles me about the one I just read is how dumb it assumes I am. (Much dumber than I actually am.) For someone who just switched their support allegedly, they sure sounded like true cult believers from way back when. The candidates spouse was praised like a loyal dog. Their policies had not a scent of being previously disagreeable, while there were the fumes of contempt for the other days hero. One side was black, and the other white, which pun included or not, had the effect of completely reversing yesterdays held beliefs. And all based in the beginning of the article on a recent nuanced falsehood discovered in the one they were supporting a minute before!? Really?
By the end of these switcheroo’s, the prior opposing side attachment is meant to be forgotten. One is to hear that now the light is seen and all the prior assumptions disappeared, and now everything yesterdays lesser choice one says is true and blue as a crystal sky with a smiling sun.
I have seen this dubious political tactic every election for presidency I believe I have had the opportunity to spend time on reading letters to the editor. They create the notion that there is a swing movement of enlightenment literally going (usually) from one party to an other. In this case the Democrats duel is thought of as being the actual battle for the presidency. Might explain why this trick is showing up now.
It seems you can fool some people all the time, but to use that as a tactic is one sorry view towards ones fellow voters. Will the carnival mirrors distortion really change my opinion? Some surely, in their eagerness to push the undecided or even decided, think the distortion will work. Sometimes these switcheroo’s are quite more sophisticated than the above one that sent off alarm signs in my nostrils. There is usually just some sour scent, a feeling of something disingenuous about the whole presentation. Really?
They were red but now they are blue? Well I liked red until I found out it was kinda like orange and who needs that! Blue is so calming! The ocean and sky are blue, and blue is even close to my favorite purple. And did you notice the trees? They stand tall into a blue sky! And once the sun finally wakes up the sky is blue! Don’t you think blue walls are calming? I sure do now. Even my computers screen is blue! Wow! Why don’t you see how more connected it is to you too? Blue, blue, blue, blue…
Well. Beware of the switcheroo dogs who just come off of rolling on that nice green grass, for if you pet their coat too closely, you will need to wash your hands before consuming anything wholesome.
Today, these were growing and shining up on the side of the driveway.
and wider view.
These close up at night.
I was chasing a photo of a butterfly with the zoom on. The insect and vinca with flowers is a bit blurred.
There were two butterfly’s, both reacting to my presence, so I swung the camera up from the waist to be a real wild west gunslinger—-not! But I caught one of them.
It is still a contest, is it not?
Well. I expect the campaign to be “tough” in that we get to lie and make up things here and not be held accountable. We also have the opportunity to vote and have our ballots thrown out. So what is this debate all about?
If Democrats are that foolish to not vote for their parties nominee because it is not the one they like, you will get what you vote for. In some respects karma is instant, whether one knows it or not.
What goes around is already past you. No need to wait for it to “comes around”.
If democracy was done under officially in 2000, and we just let it happen as we did, we get what we got; more lies, manipulation, unaccountability, incompetence, media afraid or on the “mightier” side of money making bottom lines, just like in a dictatorship, only self stupefied, since we were kept in the dark by our own imposed ignorance of information access and power advantages. Oops I got off on a rant.
IF IT IS NOT FAIR AT THE FINISH LINE, HOWEVER, IT IS NOT A DEMOCRACY
I say let them debate and maneuver all they want, if its a cheat, they are cheating on us. If we cannot take the heat of debate that is fair, don’t get into the frying pan. If we as a public cannot tell what is valuable and important in debate from what is not, the shame will be owned by us. If we vote for someone who is even less on our side just because we feel the other one in “our” party didn’t treat us right (even on just one topic!). Once again, we will get what we got coming.
Why not get a thorough view of how they handle conflict, discord and the trials and tribulations a conscious president would need to face daily in the Chief Executive Office? Oooh, they are bickering, I’m going somewhere else. Well, mighty big of me, oh mature voter. This is an opportunity to learn important distinctions in behavior and response that will be coming around in the actual world. Let’s have a little thanks for that, and not buy into various soap opera narratives and scenarios constructed to confuse the issues into one of negative division. It is a campaign. Hello!
It has been an amazing thing to watch poll number change on cheap shots and under the belt punches. These will be the same ambivalent group that would switch vote because they dislike how someone laughs. “My gosh!” as ‘Rummy’ would say.
It is not the candidates who need to rise to the occasion. It is us.
The days of reckoning are coming. We will see if the public is pushed to one side by the usual fear ticks, or the incident card still capable of being pulled by dictatorial-imperial interest. We will also see how easy or not it is for democracy and critical thinking to be erased from this, its once nearest stronghold.
Whatever the case. It will actually be, what we as a once conditionally free people, asked for instead.
To the interest in either party who would vote for the opposite in spite. Get a grip. Grow up. Even form a third party or more and have the others bargain for your votes.
In that case to work, we should become a real democracy and require a majority, not a plurality to win the presidency. Anyone for growing up?
“Bushes War” part two, is on PBS tonight. Get a hint of objectivity while you still can.
This poem and the following quote are dedicated to all those who participated in the amazing deceptions that brought us to the Iraq war. It is to the gullible and conformist convoluted “integrity” apparently in all of us, if we are to assume that the administration is in any way whatsoever, representing the higher interest of the American people and democracy. It is dedicated to the dictatorial assumptions of the “Unitary Executive” and all those who support its overthrow of our founding creed. The never-ending “war” as the overthrows justification.
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I look forward to the upcoming film; “Body of War”
.(In honor of the way the corporate media treats us as ignorant simpletons in no need of fact based truthful context.)
CIRCULAR LOGIC LULLABY (ad hominem hymn)
Circular logic lullaby
kiss the girls and make them cry
stick just one needle in the eye
crossed your heart and hoped to die
no one has the right to ask why
circular logic lullaby
you couldn’t have if you don’t
you wouldn’t have if you wont
and if you wonder why, why, why
you might as well talk to the sky
join that blackbird with the pie…
Circular logic lullaby
kiss the boys and make them cry
stick just one needle in the eye
you crossed your heart and hoped to die
no one has the right to ask why
circular logic lullaby
context and concept are led astray
night is convinced its more like day
and if you wonder why, why, why
you might as well talk to the sky
join that blackbird with the pie…
Circular logic lullaby
kiss the girls and make them cry
stick just one needle in the eye
crossed your heart and hoped to die
no one has the right to ask why
circular logic lullaby
circular logic lullaby
circular logic lullaby…
.
And for more on easily manipulated public perceptions and the power of cult think conformity;
Gilbert: There is one difference. In a democracy the people have some
say in the matter through their elected representatives, and in the
United States only Congress can declare wars.
Goering: Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the
bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them
they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of
patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in
ANOTHER DAY ON THE NATIONS END LINE
With winter rains an evaporating memory, mementos were left behind which I now collect.
Now I need to get the ground wet to insure sufficient root out of an often hard clay soil. Do this now before they have gone to seed. Many around here use the weed whacker in summer, assuring that I will have much future labor for my ideas to sift through come next spring.
This year my neck is way the worse for looking down so much. I must be sure what I am pulling is what I want to leave and not some of the near look alike’s that I prefer, mostly for their flowers, foliage and how they do not “take over” and not allow the variety I like in the more groomed area around the house. I always prefer a “natural” look, as if I had nothing much to do with it.
I am also progressing slowly on a masonry improvement project, not now likely to be finished by an upcoming family visit. I often use visiting times as motivational nudges to do a few things for home improvement. I get to enjoy the change along with everyone else. I have to bust up some concrete to get at plumbing under a patio and block wall. Then fix it, add some supporting features to make up for whomever designed it all inadequately. Then I will stucco it in a manner to make it look more like my adobe walls around the place.
I will be thinking of you all on the Internet and its vast array of tubes and things. If I gather up comments, I will weed through them much like I would real world items.
I trust you are one of the flowers.
BEHOLD. I AM RISEN
First of all. No matter how objectively factual any others story is, it becomes told in my mind, in yours. It may be true, may be an allegorical tale, doesn’t matter, except how it matters to me.
This is a primal redeemable truth: I am not outside my consciousness, my awareness, not how I can seem to assume. This may explain how an inner focus to awareness can produce self centeredness, a solipsistic view of life where all that is important revolves around me and what I want or need or think I am. Highly alienated individuals can be self consumed by a focus concerned with only their own needs and desires.
What degree of awareness is always the same or under the influence of body dynamics or that of outer environments? I am not certain that question is answered quite anywhere completely (exceptions being possibly meditation, prayer, or what is called at times cosmic consciousness, a sense of union with the Source of Being). Am I a modem, some simple interface between inner DNA, chemistry, memory and the unknown outer world in which I try to detect what to trust?
WHAT WE DO
It seems societies-culture has let a lot into my perception, to get its hands on my steering wheel, usually for the better but at times for the worse. These very thoughts are highly influenced by the words they must pass through, words from a historical-collective mass, language. Not to mention what mom, dad, aunts, uncles, grandparents, kids at school and siblings and all the rest had to say to and about me, and how they assumed I was someone they knew, and truly understood for a while. I might have liked some of it and not approved of some, but am left what I got.
This outer influence is powerful stuff. It is not guaranteed absolutely to be right or wrong, but it may have set up much of my parameters of outer interactions in times to come, or even my whole life. I then have something akin to an assumed self and an assumed place in life. It may be one I always enjoy, have trouble at times with, or one I find much difficulty in. Especially if heartache, stress unrelenting, and a negative view towards the happenings to, of, and in my life seem to haunt my memories and occurrences around me, I might need a change. But where can change come from?
THE POWER POINT
How can I have any control over a seeming relativity of fate that surrounds me with what I am disappointed in? How can what I have always known reverse its apparent course (or curse) and become something more wrapped around love, beauty and respect, a place of inner peace that has so far eluded me? People, Spiritual institutions, even advertisers, claim to help me to do this, but what is the fact of the mater?
THE POWER PLACE
WELCOME TO NOW!
Now is never gone from you. I am always here. Here with the Source of whatever keeps all that is going. I am undeniably connected to one vast Being. As if a drop in a stream, I may not know where I begin and end, or if those borders are actually the limiting walls of what and who I am. But no matter who the real me is, the guy writing this, I can be quite certain I have adopted notions about me that are true, false and between the two. I am in all likelihood being someone I am not, in the sense that others are in effect living through me due to the judgement’s I have let in about myself in part thanks to them. We are all in this boat. We may not come to grips with the truth that we are all in this boat together, but we are. I do not see or feel the end of the universe we are in.
Change only happens now. If I cannot change some oppressive sense I have about life, I am by inference, not being present with it. The power of being is right here in the now, with you. If I let go of my painful past assumption, I come into the new place, the place of transformation. Many religions and belief systems have a key in the now to unlocking the real me and letting go of the old one. The easiest one to grab a hold of is forgiveness. It embodies the act of present free will, to cut away deterministic like continuations.
FORGIVENESS IS ABOUT BOTH ME AND THE ALL THAT IS. IT IS ABOUT FREEDOM TO BE TRUE TO LOVE.
I believe the arts are symbols of a key to now, especially music, and particularly if one is a participant in music making. Music is one art most all humans do, and many other creatures perhaps. We could say we worship Being in a union of sound in mind and heart. It can be a participatory union with the transcendent qualities of ones identity and place, coming right out of now.
Forgiveness has this musical quality; where I am an active participant, and whatever judgement I am holding for whatever reason, is released by allowing a reconnection to occur with Source. It is cathartic because it acts like a catalyst in that way. Forgiveness is then a form of Higher Consciousness and resulting understanding, where instead of being trapped in a self centered cause, one embraces a higher Cause, which we could call a Grand Self awareness.
WHEN WALLS BUILT WITH ILLUSIONARY ROCK AND MORTAR FALL
For you, my words here are abstractions. They might seem true, but you cannot be certain I do what I say. That is just as well, since your freedom to be more present in the Now, is really all up to you. My statement that we (I), can be cut off from the fullness of present life, is quite possibly agreed with by you. The question is, how one finds that essential center when one really needs it, or if I can stay there and still deal with past and future speculations I seem required to attend to to figure out my path through life.
It quite possibly will require practice to undo past programming. Our programming is as if an addiction holds us for better or worse. One could say we are addicted to eating and breathing for good reasons we would not wish to end. Breaking harmful addictions are a matter of making a declaration to change right now, and keeping ones power there no matter the pull to fall back. That is when the present moment comes into full potential.
Harmful assumptions about life have possibly become neurally “wired” in, and require you to have some tools to rewire around the problematic issues. This may be aided by symbols, rituals, or talisman that act as reminders of where Center is and what you hold as a known Sacred Point. My self realignments can be aided by reminders of my direction when I get lost, landmarks to Home.
This has been one example of a space-time portal. A description of just one of the ways the weight of the past can be lifted from individual consciousness. It involves what we could call new but always present needs; the need for empathy, compassion, understanding unstopped by ignorance, that some of what people do to us may not be liked and understandable, but was done for what seemed to them, a sound reason, a reason quite possibly based in separation.
The separation may have originated in them, or me, or my impression. But what we call wisdom, or spiritually transcendent being, rises above the implied alienated subjective, reaching through space and time, to touch the Eternal Source. Now is that closest place, where the answer to separation is found, and the Song continues on.
Fortunately, you are right here with It. Enter at will.
Here is a bit of local history form the southwest. Just for your info. and entertainment.
{As during the Civil War, our nation is under an attack from within, but who is the adversary? And will it be the haunting of the ghost of heroic fallen Americans that drives them from their predatory feeding grounds? If only fantasy’s were true.}
(”I am not a crook!”) SINCE NIXON, the rise of stupid think builds a tower to heaven.
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I am thinking of taking conservative out of my tags. No, not particularly upset from a challenge, but getting tired of out of context idiocy being pushed around as wisdom, let alone patriotism.
I’m not linking to the post out of good taste, I am not including a trip into the mind melted mud pit. The conservatives I speak of are so brainwashed (stripped clean of nuance, ambiguity or honest introspection’s) and heart impaired, they would only see in my words, a porcupines barbed arrows quill stoke of ignorance, to even consider anything valid of mine held in their views reality. Or so I assume, may I be wrong in that.
I feel sorry for people who say things like, as I paraphrase; ‘McCain is out meeting world leaders, the Dems. are arguing, so not being presidential, equals, McCain knows how to meet leaders and be presidential.’ Context down and out for the count!
Holy Crap!
One campaign is over currently, for all intents and purposes known, another not quite until someone says uncle, or hangs on even if damage continues to add up. Kinda like the last presidential 7 years. Then, so by right wing standards; even the Dems. are being presidential, a decider who never owns up to correction, right?
When you’ve been wrong all along, while many thousands of lives have vanished, and many, many more are devastated, and your campaign is more of the same. But oops you forgot who is who and who is doing what and if the talking points of old are still, if ever were true. After all that betrayal of honesty, forthrightness and lives, and freedoms most basic premise, that truth be our guide, not doing that honest work is doing the work of the president? Correct answer!
Good enough for some.
And we wonder how we got here!
ANOTHER ELEPHANT IN THE LIVING ROOM. HOW MANY CAN FIT IN THERE?
WELL, AS LONG AS THEY ARE RENDERED INVISIBLE…
Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.
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Here is something to add into the mix.
Probably, if you are an allegedly average citizen, most all your news will be coming from companies that are for imperial ambitions, owned by just a few. Frankly, they want the money to sustain their lifestyle at everyone and everythings expense, (especially discarding factual context grounded in an objective attempt at reading history), the same as many other imperialist dependent Americans, or any of humankind’s other imperialist now, or of history.
Their cognitive dissonance is that easily traced. So any old reason will suffice for being the case in that skewed or spun context; suitably presidential. If reality be made up then, of deception and diversion, then so be it. It is about what works in grandios theory and not what is truth. Here then, is the means of creation of the manipulative arts and sciences of Orwellian doublespeak.
They don’t mind deceiving to get you to be fearful enough to sacrifice reason for ad hominem fear sown security blankets. They want you to become a vultures best friend. A scared and half decaying status quo monkey, critical thinking ability impaired, rotting rights to be picked off, useless and consumed for fears command. You need to be a cowards errand boy or girl. It is easy to lead the blinded by fear, especially the blinded and thought impaired by poisonous delusions of right, who only admit wrong as coming form not being “hard” enough. This observation comes from well over half a century of conservative self grandeur thrown constantly in front of my own life to walk over to get to honest reason and truthful analysis.
If you are suckered into might makes right, too bad how wrong you can be, yet will never own up to it. Instead, you seek out like minded and heart twisted conformist to bond to an illusions base of separation and alienation. Denial and blame are constant conservative companions, their right and other right hand. We live in their constant exhaust, which they have come to call the truth; “just check the facts! No not those ones! These!”, all conveniently laid out with emotional wind vanes attached to nearly every phase.
It is a known fact; that repeat a lie long enough, it will appear as the truth, and remain so generally, even when proved to be false. And may I add; the lied to, bonded by identity to the deception, will carry out crusades to expose their now opponents seeming callus disregard for the facts. All done with no further attempts to understand nor justify actions by a review of objective realities beyond ideological borders. They will write emotional songs and pleas of honor and glory endowed by the abstractions that now only they believe they care-take.
CONTINUOUS MISSTATEMENTS SEEM VALID BY REPETITION
To think of the travesty of all the propaganda and jingoist patriotism the right wing feels all superior about. And worse still, how the young, faithful and aspiring are so easily seduced by biased sources at home or in the compromised medias of society. It won’t pay the bills of the growing ranks of the poor. It is poor comfort to the tens of thousands of families now touched by the damage to their own blood kin by the fight to control oil reserves, now blatantly suggested as cause enough for the taking. (Our economy or corporations access to resourses=nations vital interest.)
To those who faithfully serve our country, we can be proud of them all, no mater how mislead and deceived our nations defenders are often kept. But our freedoms stand even taller, for those who speak the truth to power as they say, as so many of the brave returned and maimed have had the courage to come to grips with the factual context they had been put in. They are heroes twice, compared to the stealthy mud of the propaganda machinations of defensive pro active defense=offense, still maintained by some as a just and honorable cause. Even under the false label of guilt put upon them, they speak as free women and men, because the hold a Cause Higher than so called loyalty’s to propaganda instead of truth.
To these who dare to step up to a Higher Cause even amid the accusations and ill will directed toward them from the mind blanked conformist and indoctrinated, who are kept too afraid to speak truth for themselves, or form a contrapuntal question. To these who risk it all again after having answered the call to serve us, still to rise in risk to serve us again, either in battle or to stop the never ending rationalizations for more war as good. To these our nation is forever in debt, but not as a nation of bent over sycophants and rights inhibited shivering go alongs, but as proud Americans. Proud to still, for a while, speak their truth before being hauled away to internment camps, authoritarians are always holding as a co-opting veil over freedoms real face, the one in your mirror.
While the next “conservative”smirking one (who was then being presidential by the post referred to definition?) chants an old tune to; bomb, bomb, bomb, Iran, as if it were another insultingly inhuman joke expected from right wing country clubs and gathering hole think in knots tanks. His pandering to the most callus and convoluted opportunist among us is surely the quality we have come to know in being presidential. And that itself, is what may well be causing what is wrong with America to its very core.
When making war and its carnage is material for humor, someone is pandering to the astoundingly inhuman monstrosity in someones dysfunctional state of being.
When pushing lethal buttons, joking about looking under chairs for WMD, singing little tunes about bombing our fellow humans; where kids, mothers and fathers not even for a war cast on them, will be maimed, aborted, tortured with deformities, and missing family for the rest of their lives, while all breeding more hate and resentment to us the victims to be. When this is the kind of leadership some seemingly worship as the saviors of what is good in America. I know in whose hearts the terrorist have already won. And whose soul will be covered in blackness for a few coins of gold.
I can see why they want to hide from the flag draped caskets of the fallen they keep from our sight. I can see why they hide the truth, with blood stained out of context facts, of who was the threat to us and how the ball has been so horribly dropped with corruption, gross negligence and incompetence. I can see after being seemingly constantly wrong, their loyal foot-soldiering sycophants of conservatism, lacking of conscience and connection to humanity itself, wed and thread wrongness to their very cause. Calling poison purity, and madness, sanity.
THE BLAME AMERICA (BLAME AMERICAN LIBERALS) FIRST CONSERVATIVES
I give thanks to the American founders, that the freedoms degenerating under our very watch, were once intended to not perish from this earth. They knew not the danger within would organize to disown the founding vision, until a Civil War was fought and won. That the public is increasingly now held knee deep in deception, and questioning, how being free of thought and mind, would be called aiding the enemy:
That attacking sovereign nations without proof of cause, which they founders abhorred as anti the American Spirit, would be, with the failed fourth estate, let to stand as honor, adorned with parties and joke filled toast and good times, titles and decoration. That the nation of conformity that has emerged, cannot even know what is or is not torture, nor if torture is dishonorable, defensive or breeding of more of the same to be turned upon itself.
IF FREEDOMS HISTORY ATTACKED THEIR PREDATORS
The founders would, if they could, scratch out of coffins. Overturn gravestones, march as dust risen into bodies of the memories of noble and true deed in the name of independence, storm as a front to Congress and the White House. Joining them would be those who died for freedom; the nearly countless hero’s who could not pass on their heroic nature to the nation due to war itself. These would raise the rust off of bayonets. Throng the institutions of power to out the chicken hawks and corporate stuffed wig socks all white and clean in white washed corruption. Driving out those filled in pomp and propaganda, bleaching out the constitution for one more penny.
The bellicose enablers of the new emerging tyranny would scrabble down the hollowed steps to their waiting limos. For these whole classes of leaders with nary a one with child on any front line, these would spirit away with their shame running even in front of them, and their legions of conservative fawning fear mongers, and sell outs of responsibility and accountability. To their fearful provided estate hideaways, protected by guards and the states own defense they have stolen.
The gray and the blue fallen would join hands, march through hotel halls and plush suburban enclaves. They would pass through the walls themselves, to herd the lobbyist(*) and other sell outs of democracy for coin. Perhaps they would raise up the ships of fallen heroes, to pack the golden calf worshiping cattle off to colonies where these predators and opportunist could feed off themselves, to come to understand the vile alienation’s of their nature, hidden behind flags and forsaken sacred books, as if those would ward off the karmic justice already eating away at their souls, by being aiders and abettors of separation from the Love of all Life. What goes around will indeed come around.
The very thought that joking about death, war and torture and the reasons for same, are now “presidential” is tantamount to calling a golden calf God; and tears, a crown of thorns and a spear to the side, a good sign for buying stocks in a good fall harvest.
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*Those bidding for special privilege and access to the commons for their own profit.
AVOID GAZING AT IF INEBRIATED
AVOIDING INFINITY SICKNESS
BLACK HOLES, I recommend one a day, unless otherwise prescribed by ones doctor. Parallel universes, however many of them there many be, with their own physics and such, I suggest only having on New Years Eve. (Apply directly on the forehead.)
[I supposedly have what it takes to be a physicist or mathematician, according to an aptitude test. May be why I pay attention to these things.]
Well, I like speculations of many sorts, just check out this blog site, but there is a point of diminishing returns. I occasionally see the self appointed eager spokespersons of astrophysics and nuclear or particle physics, all excited about what mathematical theory may or may not allow. I could see getting all drawn up in the competition to prove or disprove (Ha!) a theory by some allegedly contradictory theories new found “proof”. “I was more right all along! Thank you, I’m more perceptive in the ways of the universe. It’s a gift. What can I say? Thank you very much. It was nothing.”
INFINITY SICKNESS
While the Cosmos may be more grand than we even have proof of. I am not encouraged to think incomprehensible physics exist, virtually in the same space you might, as incomprehensible as you may be. That does not help me focus well on my own life. Exciting to stimulate kids going into math and science, maybe. This is not too unlike saying every one of your dreams are actually a reality somewhere. Could be who knows? But heaven help many of the scenarios I have visited.
I personally am biased against a freaky universe that wants to keep changing landmarks or street signs just so I cannot find my way home. And what about when you need to call on your cell phone and its out of range or the battery is dead? Those dream theories being real are bad enough, it does not excite me to think that somewhere I will never be, quarks cannot stay in their place, or there are no sensible elements, or gravity, is that always going to be there? Are you sure? Got water? Something going to stand in for its place? Are there suns? Seems hardly a point going there, so why bother with getting excited about infinite potential parallel universes? Except to pretend to know something questionable because you are the expert.
Instead of inspiring scifi fantasies masquerading as actualities through imagination and mathematical projections, as someones dreams come true, maybe. Makes me a little sea sick to entertain the unfathomable–infinity sickness.
IMMUNITY RESPONSE TO INFINITY SICKNESS
So, I’m speaking for myself, but you might happen to agree with me; do you really want to think of being somewhere where you bread the butter, or put a can into your coffee? Me, not so much. When the next pseudo-Carl Sagan tries to get you all excited by manically talking about parallel universes and unknown laws of physics, do like that blond actress on (Is it MAD TV?) used to do.
The cure is to put your palms over your ears, (or a finger in each one) and chant, NAH, NAH, NAH; NAH, NAH, NAH, or some similar idiotic sound. It may very well preserve your sanity.