Mans search for immortality is a futile constant, from China's fabled elixir to the fountain of youth. There's a lot involved in that quest, wanting to live forever, but I'm of the opinion if it were possible, most would opt out after a couple hundred years, if that long. Just think of a world where everyone were immortal, the overcrowding, the fight for resources, the boredom, it'd drive most sensible people of the cliff into the abyss of insanity, and you'd have a world of friggin' crazy immortals. Consider too, if you got Cancer, but you never died from Cancer, all you did was suffer, why that'd suck as well. Think too, maybe in a span of a couple of hundred years, you were married three or four times, you're alimony payments would never end, and you're child support payments would probably be extended to your grandkids, and great grandkids. So, I'm fine with 70, maybe 75 years, if I'm that lucky.
What you believe
What you think
What you know
Unless you’ve happened
Along some great truth
You’d care to share
All you got
Is what you’ve
All profound truths
That pale in comparison
to thought, to knowledge
to action, to compassion
Truth from someone
who has never ventured
from their safety
from their warmth
from their family
yet in their world
They know the world
as it is.
Of course, posterity is a different sense of immortality, and I'm generally fine when I wonder about how I'll be remembered, but I'm seriously concerned about anyone who thinks they can plant a safe deposit box stuffed full of their great accomplishments on the moon, just in case the Earth is slammed by an asteroid or our civilization is wiped out by an alien invasion. Think about that for a minute, if the earth explodes, so goes the moon, so I would think. Perhaps the moon does survive, and wanders around the Universe for a trillion years, and soon after that somebody finds that little box. They'd probably open the damn thing, empty it out, and use the box as a planter. I'm not saying posterity isn't important, it is, to us, but I'm guessing in a trillion years, we'll just be a curiosity, if that.
I watched some of our Presidents two hour speech given at CPAC, and it left me questioning the sanity of our civilization. For a man that claimed only he could bring us together as a Nation, Mr Trump did more to divide us than the south firing on Fort Sumter. I wasn't expecting anything different, Trump was addressing his base, but what was different was the total insanity of his words, the guy just came off as unhinged, and that's bothersome, more so that the crowd ate his shit up. We are living in dangerous times, a lot of people, on both sides of the political aisle, don't understand how dangerous Trump is, thinking it's just entertaining politics, or the ship will eventually right itself. Both are wrong. There has been, for decades, a growing mistrust of Government in this Nation, and both parties are accountable, and Trump is using that mistrust to further his agenda, and it's not a republican, conservative agenda, it's his, and no one is really sure what that agenda is, most of all Trump. One thing I do believe, is that when we come out of the darkness, nobody in this Nation, Republican or Democrat, Liberal or Conservative, or those of all other shades of political beliefs, are going to be happy.
The World Wide Web is turning thirty, and I'm left wondering where the time has gone. Seems like just yesterday I was listening to the sing song chirps of my dial up modem. My kids don't know of a wold without Google, Snapchat, Gaming, Netflix, Smartphones, and Social Media, and I don't think that's a bad thing. Thirty is still plenty young, and there's still a lot of change to come. I'd like to say that by the time I reached thirty, I had my shit together, but the truth is, I didn't, but I was starting to. Back then, I wasn't sure what the future held, but I knew I was ready to face it, one step after another. A lot of people might find the analogy of a human life with the Internet a stupid thing, but I'd point out the Internet is a collection of people, all doing our thing. Sometimes, it's hard for an old fuck like me to remember that, but then I log on to my social media accounts, and yeah, there's a lot of bots out there, with a whole lotta bullshit going on, but above and beyond that, it's mostly people connecting, and that can't be a bad thing, and I can't help but wonder what the next thirty years will bring.
Enjoy the Weekend,
I gotta work.
Before peace on earth, there was hell.
Strange, this work is over 25 years old, and looking back on it, I get why it never sold. But damn, I'm proud of it. Check out a sample, here.
With all the pieces laying around,
why is life so redundant?
God speaks to all, many hear, one acts.
There exists in every person the potential to do great harm and most people find that potential because it’s easier to find and execute than to find the potential to do good.
Keep the people fed with bread and they’ll catch you stealing them blind. Put a steak on their table, and they won’t care.
Social Commentary is an act of subterfuge that will destroy our civilization, but it just also happens to be a good thing.
Life as I know it
Sometimes Lady existence just pulls you along, day to day, where suddenly the weeks have become years. You wake up one morning rebelling against the dream, and you find out it's all more of a nightmare. I don't have a problem with what life has tossed my way, choices were mine. I don't even have a problem with the choices that were not mine. Life, it's ours. I will say this, there are unimaginable hardships in life that some people face, and many are fortunate to avoid. How we listen to people who voice, 'I'm in pain' or 'I need help', be they old, disabled, hungry, or poor, is a mark of how a society, their morality, their culture, will be judged. Those who suffer, those who cry out, know all too well what I mean when I write, 'We are not an exceptional Nation', and those who do not understand, are those who are the fortunate, and there are but few of you out there. The hurt and the pain that some people have to deal with should be somewhat negated by a helping hand, too often that hand does more harm than good. And that is the kind of week I have had.
The Lying Kind
While our President was making nice with the worlds nuclear boogie man, Trumps once trusted turncoat was spilling his beans to a bunch of Democrats, and an American public, eager to slop it all up. You can summarize Michale Cohen's testimony however you want, but I'd like to remind you, that he's a sleaze ball, who learned from the best, working for Trump for a decade, give or take. What that means is, there's a little bit of everything in his words, from truth, to lies, to outright fiction, and of course, people heard what they wanted to hear. And I'll reiterate, he learned from the best. What I do have a hard time with, is Republicans who said he wasn't trustworthy because he was a convicted liar, and he is, and he's not trustworthy, but for fucks sake, apply the same damn standard to your standard bearer. All I got left is, Oh, what a tangled web is being wove..
If you going to fake a resurrection, you gotta do better than putting some guy that's still obviously breathing in a casket before you lay your hands on him. I'd suggest some practice as well, you know a couple trial runs. Or you might want to go the chicken route, decapitating the chicken, then exclaiming to your faithful followers the chicken still lives, even with out a head. Now I get that's not a resurrection per say, but it's still an impressive feat that the faithful can believe in. I do wonder though, if Lazarus had that damn zombie look after his resurrection?
Before I get too far into this, I wanna tell you a story. Many years ago, I was in my local county court, charged with DWI. The defendant before the Judge, just before my case was heard, was pleading to some kind of child molestation charge, and he was sentenced to some bullshit community service, and I remember thinking how messed up that was, in thinking I was going to sit six months, and this pervert was walking away.
I struggled in trying to understand that leniency, some 40 years back, and I struggle today in understanding how there are thousands of cases of sexual abuse against children detained at the border, as I struggle with a top Vatican official, an advisor to the Pope, being guilty of Child Abuse, on charges that go back decades.
I'm 62 years old, I don't know much, but I do know there are some clear definitions of right and wrong, that most of us agree on. Child abuse, specifically sexual child abuse is wrong. Only question I have, is why the fuck are we putting up with it? Seems to me, we can have our difference about abortion, but we all agree, this is wrong. But I have to ask the question, if most of us believe this abuse is wrong, and that includes our politicians, our judges, our lawyers, our religious leaders, then why do we have such a fucking problem?
I don't need to be reading about whales found in the jungle because my life is already strange enough. I wish I could retreat into the world of the absurd, but I'm already there, so when I come across this read about a whale carcass that's been found in the amazon jungle, I just take it for what it is, high strangeness, that we'll never get an answer to. I am however, cognizant of the opening scenes of Flight 19 in Close Encounters. I'm not saying some alien s.o.b.s abducted a baby humpback and stuck polished instruments up the little whales ass, and then without a sense of compassion dropped the big ass cadaver in the jungle. I am saying I'm open to possibilities. Yet there is a memory come to mind, something about a weird occurrence or two, of fish raining from the sky. I know a whale ain't a fish, being more human and all, but it's disturbing in the sense that I can't figure out where all this strange shit is coming from, I mean, Nature is warped. Someone said to me, in what was a strange encounter of and in, itself, that the 'weird is just the part of nature we don't understand'. Think I'll leave it at that.
What do you think it is that makes an old rich man walk into a sleazy massage parlor and buy a hundred dollar hand job? I don't think it's because you have a spare hundred, and you have the time. It might be, because you're horny as fuck, and need to drop a load. Maybe you like living dangerously, living life on the wild side. Maybe it's a combination of all the above, I don't know, but it seems to me the act of a lonely old rich man who just can't find what he's looking for in his business or private life. Chances are, Robert Kraft is an experienced player on the parlor scene, all up and down the eastern seaboard, but then again, he is 77, and that's a heck of a lot of activity for an old man, so I could be wrong. That gets me wondering though, how much he spends on Viagra? Suddenly, I'm rethinking this income inequality argument, cuz this old man can't afford Viagra, even with Blue Cross/Blue Shield.
In that people are always looking for God, and are willing to listen to just about anyone who claims to speak for him. I get people are searching for the truth, for a semblance of meaning in their life. I wanna know that when I take my last breath, it was all for something, something I can reminiscence about in my next life. When you cut through all the bullshit, that is what it's all about, right? We all just want something better, and more of it. So I'm guessing when this robot tells people what they want to hear, there will be those who listen. That alone says more about us then any truth the robot will ever allude to from their perch on the mount.
Oscar probably dominated last night but I opted for the finale of True Detective, of course I woulda watched 'Bikini Babes from Venus' instead of the glam slam show honoring the beautiful people. No, I don't got nothing against all that glam I am shit, I'd be there if I had the money and the means. Maybe I don't like watching because I ain't there. Truth is, I've been invested with 'True Detective' and I haven't been with the film industry. Spreading the mouth of that truth a bit wider, I don't go to movies very often. Theresa and I might grab a steak and go to a movie twice a year. And theaters are different these days, hell, they serve friggin' beer, and there was a time when I got ejected from a theater for bringing in my own refreshment. But.. it ain't just the movies that's changing, it's television there right along side 'em, and paper 'Newspapers' are also fading, those that don't have a digital imprint can't compete. But back to the Oscars, Spike Lee has won his first Oscar, and it's a nice legacy trophy, but I'm saying that out of spite, cuz I was snubbed again.
Everything ends, nothing stays the same, and change is the one constant in life. We are not the same country we were when founded, I am not the same person I was twenty years ago. We are however, who we are today because of the experiences of the past, I'm who I am today because of who influenced me a thousand days ago, America is who we are today because of who influenced us. Greece, France, England, Native Americans, Africa, Mexico, all great nations and cultures whose influence can be seen in America. One day, someone in the future will write of how we contributed to their great society, and I hope it's not being etched on to a stone slab. People have always felt comfortably safe with their technology, and we're no different. We believe we're civilized, that we've reached a point in human development where war just isn't worth the destruction and mayhem, but it's not war that will lead to future historians eking out their stories on granite tablets. Environmental and economic changes are just as destructive, and there are nations around today that can tell us about things like income inequality.
Finally Friday Friends
Don't worry, all is fine,
but if I had money...
I don't care much for Roger Stone, the political dirty trickster who just got his mouth clamped shut by a Judge, for what amounted to being an asshole. Most of Rogers life has been lived as an asshole, probably because Roger is, well, an asshole. At least a political asshole. I don't know what he's like as a real person, outside the political trickster persona, but I'm guessing, the two are pretty much the same. Rogers history of fucking the American people dates way back to Nixon, and interestingly, his friendship with Paul Manafort goes back just as far. My problem with people like Stone, is his view of the world, that it's his personal playground, that there's a total lack of accountability, and/or responsibility, to everyone and everybody, yet his expectation is that you, bow before him. If asked, he'd disagree, touting his loyalty to Nixon, and Trump, which pretty much says it all about Roger Stone. All men with big egos, men who think they have big dicks, men who think they are beyond the law, until suddenly, they're not. Suddenly, they are little men, with little dicks, and shallow egos.
I certainly don't expect Sherrod Browns bill to lower Medicare's age to fifty to bear any fruit. Why? Because it actually makes a lot of sense, in a lot of ways. First, it bridges our current system to Universal health care. Second, all you have to do is lower the age, everything else is in place. Third, a lot of people my age would not have to work ten years longer than they should. Yea, I know, Medicare ain't perfect, there's a lot fraud, and bullshit that comes with it, but if our elected officials were serious about talking about an age reduction, they'd be serious about fixing the fraud and scams out there. Say what you want about ObamaCare, but right or wrong, he did something, and that's more than what you can say about our politicians for the last fifty years when it comes to healthcare. Don't know, it just pisses me off that somebody's making a shitbag full of money every time I have to even call my Doctor.
Priests are human, with human urges, and of all the human urges, sex is mighty powerful, right up there with the need to eat. Asking a man of the cloth not to have sex is like putting a steak and a glass of water in front of a man who hasn't had either for a month, and telling him he can't eat or drink while the host is out of the room. Clearly, the catholic church understood this, and therefore came up with a secret set of rules for those men in collars to have babies, all while remaining pious. And that's why I don't do religion. In fact, I'm kinda tired of giving religion a pass, not caring if they're snake worshippin' baptists, methodist evangelicals, or wife loving mormons. Seems to me, a lot of people put their faith in something, because they don't have faith in themselves, or the human species. Don't get me wrong, I believe God exists, believe there's something more than what we'll ever know while we walk this earth. I just don't think God sets secrets rules to protect his priests who break his commandments.
Have hundreds of hours of sick time banked, and you still fell guilty as hell when you finally use eight hours? Take solace that's there's some advice for you out there, you can take the time and read it if you want, and if you're calling in sick all the time, you might want. On a personal note, I spent most of my workaholic life building sick time, and there's been a couple of times I was grateful for doing so. These days tho', work and sick time, ain't important as they once were, that's because I'm way too busy burning my sick days up taking care of my aging mom, and my disabled son. I will say this, that before I retire, I'm going to call in sick, and when the boss asks what's wrong, I'm going to tell him I got the sexual sneezes. BTW, one of the funniest calling in sick stories is all about the gal that showed up for work at 6am, reeking of alcohol, and was sarcastic reminded she had called in sick about 3 that morning. I know another story where an entire shift called in sick at about 2am, but I'm so not going there. That said, I am feeling a bit congested...
Living here in the great North, hunting and deer go hand in hand, more than a woman and a man. I don't hunt, I don't fish, I'm the anomaly, I'm good with that. Literally everyone else in the state hunts, so much so, Minnesota actually comes to a full stop for a couple of weeks in the fall. Back in the day, as a young man, you could hit any bar up in early November, and get laid pretty damn easy. Now days, it's common for women to hunt right along side their man, or in groups, or gaggles, of orange clad females, and their ain't nothing wrong with it, because my bar hopping days are long gone. Understanding the social impact of deer hunting, makes understanding why Zombie Deer Disease is all you're hearing about around the water cooler. Like I said, I don't hunt, but come late fall, I get a shit load of venison meat sticks, jerky, steaks and the like. In fact the entire state is infused with it, and it's all we eat for three months. So, I am a bit worried. Thinking I might like to avoid any contamination, I'll probably refuse all that good, delicious venison that comes my way this fall, but what the fuck am I going to do living in a land full of zombies, who have guns.
Wow, what a novel idea, someone at NASA is thinking way outside the box with their proposal of building a space station inside an asteroid. Throw in the fact that we're already looking at ways to mine the space rocks, it becomes even more interesting in that we could literally eat the rock from the inside out. Hell, we could even build a couple rocket thrusters, right there on the spot, and turn the damn thing into a spaceship, parking it in Earths orbit if we wanted too. When I think about it though, we might not be the first ones to hollow out a celestial body, making it ring like a bell when struck.
Good Lord almighty, they're training teachers to spot kids that might be possessed over there in Italy. My first take was that this was a satirical piece, but nope, it was not. Apparently, there's an epidemic of demonic possession in Italian kids, making the young ones do evil things like play video games, and watching pornography. In fact, it's led to a rise in mysticism, with kids getting into astrology, and tarot cards. All I got left after reading this is the thought that God is scratching his head, and Satan is rolling among the flames of hell in laughter.
I might not see the fountain of eternal youth in the years I have left, and at 62 I don't have the body I did at 32, but apparently the science is there, today. A renowned geneticist, whose all the tender age of 49 is claiming he has the health, the bod, of a 29 year old, because he invented a pill, a pill he'll sell to you for sixty bucks, or something like that. Thing is, we know this little pill works. On Rats! Don't know how it works on humans though. Did I mention the guy selling the shit is from Harvard? That's right, Harvard, that's why people are listening to him. Now I know a lot of smart people are going to find this rather intriguing, and probably dish out 60 bucks for a months supply, because one thing a lot of smart people have in common is their stupidity. They'll find that out when they get the recall letter, because the rats who took the damn stuff are now toddlers in dirty diapers. Me? I don't have no intention of sticking around any longer than I have to.
I've always believed my home state was a progressive state, meaning that we took care of people in giving them a decent shot at life in general, but here I am looking like an idiot. How is it here in Minnesota we spend more per prison inmate than we do per student. A lot more, 28,000 dollars more. While it's true we have a lower prison rate than others, the trend is increasing upward, and we have a shitload of repeat offenders. I don't know, the more I think about it, the line between what a prison is, and a school is, is getting kind of blurred anyway. Hell, our schools here in town are just as secure as a prison these days, but damn, a teacher has 20, maybe thirty kids in a class, a guard has one, maybe two inmates behind bars. And I'm guessing, inmates get fed better, even if they're poor. Here in MN, if a kid doesn't have any money, he gets a piece of bread with some greasy peanut butter. Someday, we're going to pay a bigger price than 28 grand for the disparity.
Face up to the fact,
and be a Psycho Killer.
On His Majesty's Order
Trumps going to sign an executive order this morning claiming that we are in a state of Emergency because too many people are crossing our southern border, and in doing so, he'll be able to pull funds that are already allocated for spending elsewhere. This is dangerous territory for democracy and our constitution because the executive branch doesn't allocate money, the legislative branch does. Outside of dangerous territory, is it going to be acceptable for a Democrat to declare healthcare, or school killings a national emergency? This bullshit will come back to bite republicans at some point down the road, but more important, it's going to bite us, the American people in the ass. It's going to further divide us as a people, and move us another incremental step away from our constitution, setting a stage where any leader can pull authorized funding from the military or social programs and direct the money anywhere they want, and like some petty ass dick-of-a-traitor, that money will end up in a personal off shore bank account.
I do not have any doubt, that in the future, however long it takes, that Opportunities final resting place will be a national park encompassing the rovers 28 mile journey. A journey that was originally planned to last three months, and spanned 15 years. Opportunity, and it's companion, Spirit, left a lasting impression, an indelible image of the little rovers that could, and did. Imagine how cool it would be to jump a couple hundred years into the future, put on a space suit, and follow in their footsteps, to ponder the accomplishments. I would so do that.
If you're an old bag of aching bones, you probably still are a pretty cool cat because you own a smart phone, and you can even video chat with Face Time or Messenger. Makes you feel young again, hip, doesn't it? Well, you're not! What younger people are doing with their phones these days, is making a lot of money, and changing society along the way. Back in the day, porn was a sticky magazine you kept hidden under your mattress. We watched the industry grow into glossy magazines, then film, then Linda Lovelace, then video tapes, then along came the Internet, and web cams. And then smart phones! The perception is that porn is ruled by dirty old men in smokey dark offices, a perception I doubt. What I don't doubt is the money porn generates, and the influence porn has on society. The digital age is changing how that money is generated, who makes that money, and whose influence reaches the masses. Think I'm full of shit? Here's a good read to prove I'm not. Porn is personal these days, and where it's going to end up is a fascinating guess. One thing I am sure of, the ability to change everything, is here. In it's infancy, but it's here, and porn is the new born. The rest of us will follow suit.
In High School physics, we're taught our world is bound together by a set of laws that can never be broke, an apple falls from a tree, to the ground. You know the routine. The apple can never fall upward, outward into space. There's also some kind of law that applies to motion, that an object can only remain in motion as long as a force is applied to it, or something like that. Forgive me for not being specific, but I'm a god damn janitor, not Isaac Newton. All I know is, when my car runs out of gas, it doesn't go any further. Apparently, that's not the case with our universe, because it's not only still expanding, it's expanding faster, and faster, and no educated person has a clue as to why that would be. I'm not so sure I'd agree with that assessment, because when I look out at the night sky, nothing really seems to be moving at all, unless I'm setting around my campfire, tequila in hand, then the entire fucking world is moving, and this is the time of year I desperately need my fire pit. Desperately.
Clearly, women are powerful human beings but I'm not altogether sure that an ad campaign asking women to set on a mans face is illustrative of women freeing themselves from bondage. Reeboks slogan, 'Sit not on the needle of men’s approval – sit on men’s face.' which ran briefly in Russia as part of their global #BeMoreHuman advertising campaign came to a swift end due to public outcry. Those Russians, I tell ya, always pushing boundaries, always gotta push buttons, but like the creator of the ad said, after resigning, at least people in Russia now know what ReeBok is. Funny thing tho', a lot of Russian males apparently don't have a clue about women in general, having posted numerous comments asking why a women would set on a mans face? Serious, I ain't making this shit up!
So what if a space faring civilization, you know, aliens, made their way to earth, who would they reach out to upon arrival? A common answer would be to whoever picked up the phone when they called. It makes sense, when you call someone, you have to talk to whoever answers. So the real answer is whoever is listening, and we, here in America are not the only ones with our ears to the stars. Truth is, China has just opened up the biggest, bad-assed telescope ever designed and built to listen for that phone call. Yep, the same China that just landed a probe on the dark side of the moon, for the first time ever. As I think about it, might be that China has already made first contact, how else would they have got permission to land on the moons nether regions.
Not everybody washes their hands, not everybody bathes. Some people carry a toothbrush everywhere they go. People do their hygiene different, and I'm fine with that. I'm even better when some guy goes on national television and says he hasn't washed his hands in a decade because he doesn't believe in germs, because he can't see them. Now, there's a couple of things here, first, I'll never shake hands with a guy who has never washed his hands after taking a shit, cuz sometimes, your hands don't come out glistening clean. Second, I believe it's a good idea that you voice your hygiene protocol on national television, it's a good way to cull idiots from the ranks of the sensible, and third, I'm guessing a lot of people never see God, but their faith is unshakable. So in review, we all agree hand washing is a good idea, it's fine if you don't want to indulge, but let the rest of us know, and God ain't unlocking the pearly gates for those with brown fingernails and stinky fingers.
A century later and we're right back where we were in 1920 where the rich are getting richer and I'm so frigging poor, I cook my daily oatmeal over a candle, while wearing old socks for gloves, because my heats been turned off, because I owed a past due balance of 23.59$. But hey, I believe those rich folks when they tell me to keep working, and work hard, it'll pay off. After all, their hard work paid off for them, or their daddies hard work, or their grand pappies hard work paid off. I know this is true, because I did the math that I learned in eighth grade. There's 325 million people in the good old USA, and only 400 of those people are hard workers, because they own more then everyone else put together. That means we live in a nation of lazy fucks, yes, you, you're lazy. If you weren't you'd be number 401, but you ain't going to be, cuz I am, I'm going to get up tomorrow and work hard as the day is long, because I got a dream of eating meat one day. Oatmeal everyday sucks!
There comes a time when smart people think too much, and a scientist warning that we shouldn't be looking for aliens because if we find them, they might end up eating us. Well, yeah, but life is all about taking chances right? Could be, they might eat one or two people, and barf, so hey, if they gift us the big C cure, and it costs us a bad meal, what the hell. Better yet, maybe they'll only eat the rich. I did learn one interesting thing after reading this article, that there's a larger theory out there, the Dark Forest Theory, that kinda says all the aliens are hiding, because there's one predatory alien species out there that's eating everybody. I ain't afraid though, we got Arnold.
and I need a Drink.
I ain't thinking spring yet, but soon .. soon.
As I get older, I relish what good health I have, knowing every day that I don't have some ache, some pain, is a dollar saved. Please, believe this old blue collar working class dude that's looking at retiring pretty quick here, I'm counting my pennies, and I don't wanna be spending what little I got on thirty dollar co pays, and in the case of tragedy, some drug that costs over a grand a day, specially a drug that used to be free. Like fuck, at the moment my daily baby aspirin, my multi vitamins, and my blood pressure meds are pretty cheap, but what if I woke up one morning and my co pay went from a couple of bucks to a hundred, a thousand. Yeah, I'd quite taking 'em, just like I did with Viagra when it went from thirty bucks to over five hundred, and yep, that's why I'm crabby all the time. Truth is, we can bitch and complain about it all we want, Bernie can write all the letters he wants, people will go broke trying to take one more breath, until they don't, and some fat ass greedy cat with a big cigar and bikinied blond will be laughing that fat ass off all the way to his bank. Just the way it is.
Denis Palamarchuck is hired by a legal Hemp company in Colorado to pick up a legally grown load of hemp in Oregon, to transport back to Colorado. The bill of lading is honest and upfront, listing hemp, all 6700 pounds of it, as it's cargo. Along the route, Denis follows the law, pulls into a weigh station, and his load inspected. No criminal intent, no one is doing anything wrong, but suddenly, a pair of handcuffs appear, and Denis finds himself arrested for the illegal transport of Marijuana. Why? Because in Idaho, hemp is still considered a lethal, mind numbing drug because it carries a trace of THC. You know, the ingredient in pot that gets you high, and tripled the sales of chocolate brownies. Poor Denis is facing five years in some scenic Idaho prison, and a minimum of a 15 thousand dollar fine, for transporting a farm crop. Now don't get me wrong, Idaho is a beautiful state, I was there once, and the people were nice, and I like their potatoes, but I don't think a truck driver should be arrested for hauling their damn potatoes outside of Idaho.
Put the young ones to bed, this is going to be an adult conversation, about sex. Not about the fun stuff, the act of physical sex, we have pictures for that. I wanna talk about what makes a man, a man, and a women, well, the better half of a man. Before we get to far along, there's a word I want you learn, 'gynandromorph'. Yes, it's true, God has made some of his creatures both a man, and a woman, at the same time, and we know it was done on purpose, because God don't fuck shit up. Now why would God do such a thing? We might never know the answer to that, cuz the big dude/dudette works in mysterious ways, but I'm guessing, one, that God loves the gynandromorphic Cardinal as much as he loves me, and second, maybe he did so as a lesson to all of us, that nature, and that includes all of us, is pretty damn diverse, and maybe, jus' maybe, we all oughta start appreciating the canvas God uses to paint on a bit more. As a third and final thought, God is probably a gynandromorph, which if disturbing to you, only means you failed the class.
Surfing this morning whilst eating bacon and eggs, I read that the Pope admitted that there was abuse, including sexual abuse, of boys. Well, I got ahead of the headline a bit, cuz the man in white wasn't talking about boys, he was talking about Nuns. Yep, that's right! Seems to be in addition to little boys, Priests like Nuns too, a lot. In fact, they like to make the good looking Nuns their personal sexual slaves. I'm not sure what's going on behind closed doors in the Catholic church, but I'm beginning to think there isn't much of anything going on that has anything to do with God, unless their daily orgasms really do get 'em closer to the big guy. BTW, as I'm reading this article, I noticed that a few clerics had been suspended, while an entire congregation of Nuns had been disbanded. Bad Nuns, I guess, or was it just bad meat.
When one thinks of butterflies, images of gentle softness come to mind, meadows with streaks of golden sun cutting swaths among colorful flowers, not god damn walls. Nothing quickens my heart, pisses me off anymore. I've seen it all, done it all, been to the moon and back, a couple of times, but this... This. This kinda gets my old motor roaring, I mean who would build a wall right through a peaceful butterfly conservatory. We're talking butterflies, the one insect that humans can call friends, the one insect that we identify with on a transformative, spiritual level. I don't know about you, but build the god damn wall around the southern border of their home, because if you don't, you're going to disrupt a godzillion caterpillars napping in their cocoons, and last time someone was stupid enough to do that, well, one word, Mothra!
State of Disarray
I'm not tuning in to watch Trump give his state of the Union speech tonight, because I gotta work, and I'm fine with that. Not that I don't care how our union is doing, I do, but my concerns with our country are a bit different than my Presidents. Where he thinks he's doing the right thing, as in blaming Democrats for the existence of pure evil in the world, I think he should be working with them, and his own party, to help me out a bit. But if I've learned anything, I've learned not to set my expectations too high, specially in my old age, cuz I've also learned that politicians can't climb that ladder. I've also arrived on the shores of conclusion that politicians won't and can't work together to bail water on a sinking ship, and the only bailing they're capable of is jumping off the boat, after they steal the last orange life jacket, and I feel a bit sorry for those who figured out Trump was lying when he said he was the best swimmer ever.
I've been feeling a bit off as of late. Just a weird, warped feeling, a bit of disassociation going on, and stumbling across the fact that our galaxy is warped, explains it. See, I like to commune with the universe, that means I stand naked on a country hill, staring at the night sky, beer in hand, joint in the other. The problem in communing with the universe is that after a bit, the universe starts to manifest in your physical and spiritual centers of well being. Doing a bit of investigating, turns out there's a heck of a lot of Galaxy's that are warped, which means the universe is warped, which follows then that we are all warped. Unfortunately, the universe doesn't generate equal push and pull on everyone, that means some people are warped a bit more than others. And some, a lot more.
I'm being straight with y'all, I don't watch much football these days. Yeah, I'll have a game on, but I'm listening, not actively watching, and participating, like I used to. Was a time, couple years back when my wife and I actively participated in the game, shouting, screaming, jumping for joy, or to be truthful, discovering the thrill that the agony of defeat bought into our lives. Christ, like most, we'd devote our entire Sundays to the oval ball of the foot. Then it became Saturday, and Thursdays, and along with Mondays, it all got to be... boring. We were seeing the same thing, day after day, bad coaching, bad calls, bad play calling bad tackling, bad commentary, bad actors after a TD. Football became passe, something that we both now only have a passing interest in. Know what, I don't miss it at all, but of course, I'm not talking about my Vikings, I watch the Vikings, because I still like self abuse.
God forbid, the political insanity of running for office in this Nation never stops. After the elections last November, I thought I'd get a rest from the bullshit, but that state of bliss never materialized, and here we are with the Iowa caucuses a short year away, and there's already a half dozen moderate to liberal to progressive candidates who have announced. At this point in time, I'm not going to be paying a lot of attention to any of 'em, I'll start when the debates start, because Hillary will announce the week before, pissing everybody off.
Strange week, indeed.
It's Friday, thank you!
I'm almost positive the 50 below temps froze, warped or bended reality in some shape or manner. I can't prove it, don't care to prove it, cuz I know it did. It was spring and green when I went to bed Sunday night. But it's over.. till next week.
There's a lot of people who live quiet lives, who don't seek fame, fortune, or acknowledgment for their contributions to not only our lives, but history as well. There's something sad in learning about Rosemary Mariner's contributions only through her obituaries. Not only do women owe her a debt of gratitude, men do too. Women like Rosemary illustrate the human spirit in vibrant hues of various colors, giving me hope in the human species. It's not that she was a women who broke barriers, it's that she was a person who broke barriers, and being a women just makes her life all that more powerful. God Bless Rosemary.
Isn't there something in the Bible about about Jesus and the money exchangers setting up shop in his temple? Did I misunderstand the sermon on the hill about the poor being blessed? I'm not particularly a religious sort, and I'm not anti religion either, my thinking is Religion has done a lot of good, and the bibles full of good advice. But I'll be damned if you'll ever convince me that giving a fiver to a church, especially if it's your last, is going to pave your way to heaven. I'll be double damned if I'd ever give an entire months salary, and according to Paula White, I'd be triple damned because God would be pissed because I didn't make that January payment. I don't have problems with common folk supporting their church, that's how it should be, but some rich bitch telling her congregation to donate January's paycheck to her bank account, or face the wrath of the almighty, well, there's a special place in hell for her. Funny thing is, she's going to find out the hard way, that preying on people is a bit frowned on by the big guy in the sky.
People that have never experienced negative 40, -50 degree cold are truly missing out on building their character, and it's said here in the great North Central, that our weather builds character. Yeah, you gotta be a character to live with this recent shit, old man winter is bad enough all by himself, but add in the wind chills, especially on a cold winter day, and this character thinks about moving south, to the equator. Like nothing works, cars don't start, mail isn't delivered, people don't bother going to work, schools close, and X-Cell sends out a request for people to lower their thermostats because of demand, to 63 degrees, barely above freezing. Ain't going to happen. Only thing people engage in when it's this cold, is sex, and taking a snapshot of the temp to post on facebook, so when your neighbor crawls out of his cocoon of blankets, he can see you're suffering right along with him. All that's left to say, is I need my firepit, and soon.
Oxfam, an anti-poverty organization has accused the poultry industry of forcing their workers to wear diapers during their work-shifts, denying their workers their right to take a much needed bathroom break. I'm guessing the real reason is they all gotta wear depends is because their eating off the production line, and getting the shits. I know, sometimes it's kind of hard to take an accusation seriously because it's just out there, and one struggles to believe the absurdity of it all. When you think about it though, a lot of productivity is lost by employees going to the bathroom, and theirs health issues as well, because most people don't wash their hands, and people tend to use a lot of toilet paper, specially when it's not their own. So yeah, I can imagine a lot of suits in a board room, looking to save money, making their employees wear diapers, but what the hell do they do with the dirty diapers, feed 'em to the chickens?
Personally, I don't see much of a difference between a drug cartel making a shitload of money off of peoples addiction and a pharmaceutical company pushing meds that are not needed. Both prey on the weakness of humans, both use strong arm tactics to push their product and both end up with a gold in their pockets. The Sacklers of Purdue Pharma are worth a cool Thirteen billion, and much of that cash comes from the sale of opioids, according to a recent lawsuit filed against them in the state of Massachusetts. So much so, the suit alleges that the Sacklers are the root cause of the opioid crisis. I don't know where the truth is, the Sacklers are known for their charity, but giving a million away to look good when you've made billions on the suffering of others, don't mean squat to me. Chances are, they'll walk away with a ten dollar fine, I'd bet my life on that.
When I was a kid, I idolized suave and cool James Bond, and when I got my super secret double O seven spy kit under a Christmas tree, I was a happy little boy. That love for James, it's never gone away, but I've grown out of the fantasy a long time ago, knowing that we live in a convoluted world of intelligence agencies, so much so our collective society is littered with them. FBI, CIA, KGB, NSA and the like. And then there's the private spy organizations, like Black Cube, Aegis, and Booze Allen. Unlike James Bond, who actually works on my behalf, protecting me from super villains and general evilness, Intelligence agencies these days wanna know everything... about me, ..and you, ...and they'll use what they learn to their advantage. When one stops to think about it, every single government in the world has their spies, throw in the private companies, and there's dozens, spying is big business all by itself. That's a bit disturbing in what it says about us, so as a closing thought, keep your webcam tilted toward the ceiling, cuz someone in India, or Egypt, or Finland, might be interested in you, for whatever reason they deem plausible.
I've always understood the truth is elusive, bendable, moldable, and subject to perception and interpretation. I've always wondered how that fits in with what I see, what I hear, with what I'm told. I've always believed those senses, along with an understanding of how I perceive truth, would lead me down the right path, to make decisions based on good, reliable information. But the world has changed! The possibility, and the probability, of not being able to distinguish a lie from truth has increased a thousand fold, and it will be used to our disadvantage. Great men from the past, as well from the present, will rise and say things that were never said, and many will believe without question, and the beliefs will propagate, and there are those who will set back and smile at how easily we are fooled, and we are worse off as a civilization.
The thing I don't understand about entropy, as it refers to the gradual decline of a perfect state into disorder or chaos, is how that perfect state came to be in the first place. I get the part about cleaning a child's room, making it look perfect, knowing that by the next morning it's going to be a total mess. I'm thinking about a bit bigger thing, like is God subject to the laws of thermal dynamics? I'm thinking that might be the case, might be the reason everythings looking a bit chaotic at the moment, and I'm wondering, how do we get God back to his perfect state? Now I'm sure there's people out there that's going to spout that, No, God is not bound by the laws of physics, and I wouldn't think to argue with 'em, but I'd remind them to give their mom a call, cuz their room needs some attention.
Weird Weekend, or What?
I do not know how your weekend went, I was too busy working to notice. From my early visits to a couple of news sites this fine, cold Monday morning, I'm taking it that not much happened in the world, 'cept down in Florida, and all the weird shit happens in Florida. Now, there ain't nothing wrong with dancing after your morning waffles, and I'm not all that opposed if you wanna take off your clothes while you're dancing to show your deep appreciation for a decent waffle. I like my waffles too. But grabbing a guys dick and licking his face is a waffle too far to swallow, unless the waffles were just that good you had to show some real down home gratitude, but somehow, I don't think that was the case. But tasty waffles don't compare to a guy getting sick, and being admitted to the ER because... he smelled is own socks. I guess in a sense, he's lucky he didn't smell mine, he'd be resting in a casket. I guess it just goes to show that people are strange, but when it comes to strangeness, I also read this morning that half my friends on Facebook ain't real, which is kinda bothersome to me, because I've actually met most of 'em. I'm guessing it's going to be a strange week.
The weekends here
Hope you all get yourself some sweet love before Monday comes rolling 'round.
I first heard of the conspiracy years ago. The connection between a bunch of murdered young men being a smiley face drawn near the sight of their disappearance. The more I think about it, the more open I am to the belief that there's literally a gang of murderers coordinating on the dark web, plotting the murder of young men. It's easier to believe today, then it was five years back, simply because hate seems so much more prevalent today, and when it comes to their get togethers on the dark web, anything is possible, there's a lot of unsavory people doing bad things in that world, so it's plausible. I guess nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to what some people might be capable of.
We live in a country where the rate of kids without medical insurance is rising faster than the warming oceans which means in real plain english, there's a lotta kids here in America that ain't getting the medical care they need. Apparently, that's all right with a lot of people. For others, like Casey Smitherman, a school Superintendent, it's not, and she felt compelled to break the law to help one of her students out. I have no problem with that. Just like I have no problem with the activists who left food and water in the brutal desert for stranded immigrants, and broke the law doing so, and have been charged accordingly. I'm a law abiding citizen, I get we need laws, but sometimes, laws are stupid, made by even stupider people, who can't come to admit the law is stupid, that it does more harm than good, and being real stupid, they enforce the hell outta the law without compromise, and certainly without compassion.
In the old days, if you didn't want your newborn, you could drop your kid off in a basket on the doorsteps of your local orphanage, knock on the door, and run like hell. We've now evolved where you can literally drop your unwanted new child in a drop box at your local Fire Station. Sensors will sound and somebody will be around to pick the kid up. Now I don't know about you, but as long as we're dropping babies in a box, why not make it a mailbox, with free postage. That way, parents could address the bundle to some rich folks who don't have any children of their own, and the kid would grow up better off. Just think, all the anti abortion folks could have really large families, and everyone would be happy.
I live in a red conservative district, probably one of the reddest in a deep blue state, and I'm here to tell you, that a lot of conservatives are getting real tired of Mr. Trump, his wall, and the shutdown. I've seen evidence of it in my daily conversations, but don't take my word for it. Our sixth district Representative, a long time Trump supporter, Tom Emmer, just held a town hall meeting, a meeting most Democrats don't bother to attend. Turns out, Mr. Emmer was shocked by the outrage of his constituents toward Trump, his wall, and his government shutdown. No matter in what direction good ol' Tom wanted to move the conversation to, nobody wanted to talk about anything else. All I got to say is, I hope Tom takes that message directly to his boss, who won't want to hear it, because the truth, well, that's not fact.
From time to time, some smart investigative journalist spends a week of his life investigating the Pentagons dark secrets. You know the ones I'm talking about, the dark money spent on UFOs, secret propulsion technologies, stargates, invisibility cloaks and generally super weird shit. It's not really news anymore, we're all aware of where the extra 99 bucks goes for a two hundred dollar hammer. Thing is, these ain't some dark research experiments done in the dank, dusty basement of the Pentagon under a flickering old light bulb. Truth is, the research is being carried out by a multitude of private research companies that no ones ever heard of, and probably created for a specific purpose. I'm hoping some of that research actually pays off, just in case aliens attack, we'd surprise the hell out 'em, and I'm guessing that's the reason for going down the rabbit hole.
'Ain't No Goodness'
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I'm thankful I don't live in a country where a news reporter is jailed for a year simply because he interviewed a gay man. As thankful as I am, I'm sure there are those out there, here in America, who wish, and work toward the day, we will jail members of our media. I don't believe that day will ever wash upon our shores, but then I look around the world, and I see how fragile we are to truth, to opposing views. How set we are in our ways, how we refuse dialogue and even casual conversation with those who would question our views. Seems to me, science and technology evolve, outpacing our humanity by thousands of years. How's that work, how's that even possible? One would think with the invention of the written word, or perhaps the printing press, maybe even the Internet, that knowledge would lead us down a more moral, humanitarian path.
The Dora Milaje live in the spirits of the Akashinga, the protectors of the African plains. A well trained force of women, standing guard over the wildlife on the reserves of Zimbabwe, the 'Brave Ones' have brought to justice over thirty poachers in the last year. Armed to the teeth, and trained in the tactics of special forces, the women are recruited from the dirt poor streets to search out and destroy those who would rob their national treasure, their wildlife. Talk about a force of, and for, nature. I love it.
Why is trepanation a mystery to those who look into such things? Hannibal Lecter gave us the answer years back, the brains delicious, and full of protein. I know some of us would like to believe our ancestors were capable of brain surgery way back when, or that we drilled holes in people heads as a work of art, or perhaps even as a tribute to the mountain gods, but the truth is probably a lot more simple, brains are tasty, and you inherit all the good stuff that brain you're eating possesses. After all, people still eat pig brains, and some people are as smart as pigs. Did you know tho', you should never inhale a pigs brain?
Go be a Beast.
Fascinating to find out it rains on Saturn's moon Titan, even if it is methane rain. Reading the article, I found out the seasons are seven and a half years long, and I find that I'm comparing that to the measly god damn four months out of the year I get to set around my firepit. Somehow, it just ain't fair! Specially in the middle of January. More interesting, as I was researching this story, is the People's Liberation Army and their attacks on the computer systems of our defense contractors, which we've labeled 'Titans Rain'. Ain't nothing right anymore, privacy, or weather because I'm always getting rained on, even in January these days.
Ship of Fools
I'm tired of Trump and his sinking ship of fools and idiots. I'm tired of the fake news bullshit, tired of the lies, of the tweets, confusion, changing stories, diversions, derisions, and personal attacks. It's all a bridge too far long for this old man to get to the other side, I'm ready to jump off now. I feel sorry for every single living American living through this embarrassment. I don't care what your political beliefs are, but experiencing this sinking ship of fools grasp for air is humiliating for all of us, because they ain't leaving any air in the room for the rest of us to breath in. This administration has been a clusterfuck from day one, and while I get the media ain't perfect, it ain't their fault the golden boy has no real hair. Here we are two years after inauguration, the government is in the midst of the longest shutdown, ever, with no end in sight, Cohen admits to rigging polls, and Giuliani has changed his tune, once again. What a shitshow!
I first heard this story back in the wild days of my teenage years, and the tale hasn't changed one bit over the last forty years. You won't find any wide eyed gray aliens in this abduction account, what you will find is a horrifying account of abduction, described in terms as best as two men fishing off a dock in Mississippi can give. I've visited the story a few times over the years, looking for new hints of what happened, but it's the same story, always, told in weirdness, and in fear. I've read a lot of alien abduction stories over the years, and there's a lot of similarities in them all, including this one, but none of 'em, except this one has strange looking aliens who look as if they're wrapped in tinfoil as they're floating to come take you for some probing experiments.
A new federal mandate dictates Hospitals have to post their costs Online so consumers can effectively shop for the best bargain, and one would think that's a good thing, and one would be wrong. I don't even know where to start with this, this bullshit. Like any well intentioned law designed to do public good, hospitals have fucked it all up, listing their costs in medical jargon so the general public doesn't have a clue what they're reading. Way on the other end of the spectrum, I gotta ask? What's the point? Here in my town, there's only one hospital that pretty much owns everything, clinics and all. But hey, good try Mr. Government, but maybe you might want to ask the medical community what they're trying to hide by confusing their price lists like they have? I know the cost of being gouged is pretty high, and so is the pain.
Theoretically, it may be possible to traverse the boundaries of a black hole, and exit the other side. Possible if the singularity's rotation is weak, if I understand the jargon correctly. Interesting possibility because one has to wonder what's on the other side? My guess is God, welcoming us home to heaven. Or maybe a mirror universe, with an evil Rob. I don't know, but it's a fascinating thought. I do wonder though, do all black holes lead to the same place? I'm guessing not, that there are as many possibilities out there as there are black holes, including the thought, that we live on the other side of a black hole, but that's too much for my brain to handle at the moment. I need coffee.
I ain't talking about spraying your yard for mosquitoes. More about our military thinking its a good idea to figure how an insect brain can merge with a robot, give it consciousness, that's right, self awareness, and control it. Of course, the black ops people think they can control the insect so there's nothing to worry about. Until shit hits the fan and the insects revolt, and just like that, they're bigger than us, smarter than us, stronger than us, and they start corralling us into food farms. I'm thinking there are just some things the Military should leave alone, cuz I don't want to be a third bit actor in some 1950s horror movie. I've seen that one, it ain't pretty.
Ex Senate Majority leader Harry Reid is asking current Senators to find a way to ease the backlash upon military pilots for reporting UFOs. While I personally appreciate his effort, I don't necessarily applaud it? Like Harry, why didn't you do something when you were actually in a position to do something? Of course, let me jar you're memory here, Harry is from Nevada, the great desert state where Area 51 is located, and in Harry's own words, he's been there a 'whole lotta times', so I'm guessing Harry knows shit, that you and I don't.
I was raised to believe families are loving and nurturing, so I have a hard time in understanding the male dominance in countries like Saudi Arabia. I get fathers need to be strict, but controlling to the point of abuse, is beyond me. There's no nurturing, and whats bred is rebellion and hate. Imagine, man or woman, being told you can't go outside, can't go to a movie with friends, can't learn to drive, where you'll go to school, who you'll marry. Worse, the dominance isn't hidden, it's out in the open, on the streets, in the homes of a ultra modern city, and the worlds aware of it. The bottom line is, when you're super fucking rich, you call the shots, even if it means murdering an American resident.
I sometimes ponder why people do stupid things. Like having sex on a car hood, in public. I'm not exactly a prude, I do like sex, but I have my inhibitions, and respect, and common sense. I even had sex once, in the woods, the deep woods, and we had mosquito bites in all the wrong places, just because we we impulsive. I'd think old fucks like me, though, would've learned the dangers of public sex, and cold, hard car hoods, but like I said, I ponder a lot, and I'm thinking some people don't learn shit, regardless of age, and I can't but help but wonder what their kids are thinking.
Years flying by,
there's only 50 weekends left, so get out and have some fun.
The only way you can claim that life's been good, is if you enjoy it. Make it so.
Imagine boiling potatoes the size of softballs, shredding lettuce the size of basketballs, Corn, the size of a baseball bat. That day might no be too far off, considering scientists have found a way to hack photosynthesis, the process plants make to convert sunlight into food. By hacking tobacco plants DNA, scientists were able to produce plants forty percent larger, and that's pretty damn significant. Now I don't have to tell you the impact this would have on the world, you're smart enough to figure that out. However, remember, we are what we eat, and it's good to know that before broccoli spears the size of rockets hits your local market, there's a lotta testing to be done, and in the meantime, I'm wondering how I'm going to roast a bat sized ear of corn in my firepit, much less wrap my big ass mouth around it? But I'll try.
I like to surf the net, and read, that's why I'm passionate about social commentary, hence this website. I usually have thoughts to some degree about everything, but this read is different. Unethical experiments has produced some remarkable medical and scientific advances. It's easy to claim the advances aren't worth the moral and ethical violations, and I buy that. But I can't help but wonder about how far those experiments advanced our medical knowledge, saving millions of lives. So in the long run, there's a thought that at least some good came out of people suffering, it's not a satisfying thought, and it doesn't ease the the other thought, the one that reminds me of how evil we can be to each other. That's important to remember. Leave your thoughts in the comments, I'll respond.
I'm not surprised sex toys are front and center at the Vegas Tech Show, after all, when it comes to tech, porn is at the front of the line, always pushing the limits. Hell, you can stream porn these days in VR, but jerking off to it in those goggles is kinda weird. If you still question the popularity of porn, goggle their site rankings on the world wide web, that will tell you all you need to know. Of course, you're thinking old style toys, dildos, cuffs, rubber dolls and the like, and you're wrong. These toys are state of the art, from robotic hands to AI, to strippers dancing on your phone in a virtual world. Funny, our toys might change, but we never do, and I'll leave it at that.
I'm not surprised sex toys are front and center at the Vegas Tech Show, after all, when it comes to tech, porn is at the front of the line, always pushing the limits. Hell, you can stream porn these days in VR, but jerking off to it in those goggles is kinda weird. If you still question the popularity of porn, goggle their site rankings on the world wide web, that will tell you all you need to know. Of course, you're thinking old style toys, dildos, cuffs, rubber dolls and the like, and you're wrong. These toys are state of the art, from robotic hands to AI, to strippers dancing on your phone in a virtual world. Funny, our toys might change, but we never do, and I'll leave it at that.
When it comes to historical figures, it's the smaller, lesser known stories I appreciate. In a way, they say more about who they were as a human, then the over arcing, broad sweep of historical importance. We know why Ulysses Grant is held in high esteem, but who was he as a person. I was totally unaware that Grant really pushed to grant American citizenship for Native Indians, perhaps rooted in his personal friendship with Ely Parker, perhaps because he had seen the misery our Government had forced upon native Americans. Just as interesting, the disintegration of their friendship caused by those opposed to Grants beliefs of citizenship. Somewhere here, there's a moral for what's happening today, it might have to do with political forces corrupting the right, moral thing to do, but that's just my takeaway.
I'm basically a private person, but I'm smart enough to know that my right to privacy only extends to my neighbors, family and friends, unless they go out of their way to find out more about me. They can do it, because we live our lives online, intentionally or not. We take a picture, Google archives it somewhere before you can delete it. We make a comment, it's there forever, and then there's personal financial data, legal data, it's all available, like it or not. We might not like it, but it's our lives. Privacy is also very complicated, because we do have a right to that information being correct, and safe. How does Google verify a link in some newsbit that refers to you, as being correct? If someone makes a non factual comment about your gender online, do search engines carry the responsibility to verify it, especially if there's a link to it in some blog? I don't know where the futures going with privacy, but there's a lot of people demanding answers through legal means, and I'm hoping for the best, because I do have some embarrassing stuff out there, somewhere.
Scientists have to be careful. People don't read articles, they read headlines. When you title a research paper, 'Mirror Universe Possible' people are going to think 'evil Spock, good Spock'. That's just the way it is. Hell, chances are no one's read this far, and if you have, you're probably the odd one out. If by chance you are the odd one, explain to me please what the article is actually about. Especially that part about a second universe being created, traveling backward in time. Does that mean people start out old, and end their lives in their mothers womb? Do people walk backward? How do you pronounce htraE? The questions are mind boggling, and they need bigger minds then mine to answer them. In the meantime, it's nice to know that there's a rich version of me walking around in some alternate Universe, and I want him to know, I'd share if our positions were reversed.
I suppose each of us has our own personal phobia. Being trapped in a public bathroom is pretty near the top of my list, I've seen some pretty horrible bathrooms in my day, because of my profession. I suppose though, if I had to be stuck in a bathroom, Burger Kings are generally clean, and I know I'd get a free meal out of it. A free meal, every day, for life would even be better, so thought Mr. Brooner when it was offered up as apology, until Corporate changed their tune, and said nuff is enough. I don't know how the legal aspect is going to turn out, I 'spect Mr. Brooner's going to win, unless we find out there was some nefarious shit at play, and that might very well be the case, because I keep wondering about peoples motivations. You know, things like using a public bathroom, because if you knew what I know about how bathrooms are cleaned, you'd hold your shit in till you got home.
The Big Lie
I must be doing something wrong! According to economic indicators as reported by our media, it's a great time to be a working class Joe. Apparently, everybody is getting rich, making piles of greenbacks to spend, hell, it was the best holiday shopping season ever. I woulda thought, by now I'd have figured out the secret to success, specially because I consider my self smarter than most, and I haven't, and that's disturbing. I mean, don't people have bills to pay? Christ, after I pay my heating bill, there ain't a lot left. In fact, to save a buck or two, I changed up my Internet and cable access, and after I was promised lower bills, they're actually higher. How's that work? And since I like to eat, I spend money on food, ground beef that is, cuz a good steak is reserved for rare celebratory purposes. To be honest, I ain't completely broke the Thursday before payday, but I am seriously hoping my wife didn't write a ten dollar check, and didn't tell me. Like I said, I missed the train to success city, and I guess I'm the only one to blame for listening to my old man, who always told me, 'just work hard, and you'll be OK when it comes to being old'.
Winters a rough time here in the great north. Holidays are over and the only thing to look forward to, is spring, four months away, as god breaths slowly the breath of life back into the world. It's a time of forsaken miserableness, gray days and freezing cold that make teeth chatter for hours on end upon coming inside. Adding to the agony, is knowing that the rich and beautiful are having fun on some sun swept beech somewhere, frolicking in their speedos and string bikinis. Come mid February, when it's too damn cold to even pass gas, I get a bit jealous of the people down south, wishing I was there, and they were here, and by March, I'm thinking I'm going to start packing. Then April pops up, the sun comes out for a day a two, the snow starts dripping off the roof, and I start thinking about opening my little lot up, remembering the oak burning from the last firepit. Then, just like that, around mid to late April, old man cold comes back with 20 inches of snow, and I'm staring out my window, mumbling like a blithering idiot.
It's the First Friday
after the holiday season and the first Friday of 2019. What comes our way, we can only imagine.
Bet it's going to be interesting!
A while back, I had a really strange dream. I was floating in space, above the dark side of the moon and spread over the cratered surface, lights sparkled, city lights from a large crater. And then I woke up. All in all, it was one of those memorable dreams, one of a few that I remember out of millions. I don't know why, but reading about China's recent success of landing a probe on the moon made me think about the dream, and it's meaning. We know about as much as the dark side of the moon, as we do about our oceans, and there's a common belief that what we study and probe, is that what we see, and every time we learn something, new doors open up to possibilities, increasing our field of vision, whetting our appetite for more. In that light, I've always wondered why we never returned to the moon, why we never bothered with the dark side ourselves? It's like explorers landing on a beach in the Caribbean, and just stopping, not taking a step into the interior. I guess I wouldn't be surprised if China's Chang'e 4 sent a image back with city lights off in the horizon. Sounds as logical as floating above the dark side of the moon.
With the 116th class of Congress being sworn in today, the story of note is the diversity among the Democrats elected to serve. I don't have any doubt that there's a lot of people that are just plain bothered by that diversity. Most of those people bothered, are those old white folks who've been setting on the same bar stool for the last forty years. Fact is, America's always been a melting pot, that's where we get our strength, the influx of new ideas, our ability to think outside the box. The best analogy I can come up with is the best soup in the world is made up of all kinds of good stuff, and just before you're ready to dish up a bowl of that soup, it has to simmer and boil a bit. That's where we're at, simmering and getting ready to boil. Unfortunately, there's always someone who just refuses to even try a delicious bowl of stew or soup. The rest of us, we just kinda have to put up with 'em.
And you think the internets cool, linking us all together, the worlds information at the tips of our nimble, little fingers. Wait a couple of years, because that technology is going to be replaced by linking your brain up to a global consciousness. Research in it's infancy, has successfully demonstrated that it's possible, linking the brains of three people together to play a game of Tetris. Kind of mind boggling, specially when you start thinking about where the future is with this shit, because when you let your mind wander, you end up in strange places, and the first thing that comes to my mind is the Borg.
As a federal employee, I'll probably get a paycheck through out the shutdown. That's because the VA is funded differently than most Federal agencies, being funded in two year blocks. I said probably, because we're talking about the Government, and unless you're a federal employee, you don't know how strange our Government is when it comes to budgets. I wouldn't be surprised to find out, I'll be working without a paycheck, I expect anything.
In the eleventh day of the shutdown, a lot of Federal agencies have spent the last of their cash they had on hand. Agriculture, Coast Guard, Homeland Security, Parks, Museums, EPA and the Federal Courts. A lot of people are not going to be getting paychecks. All for a wall, a lot of people don't want, a wall that's not even financially viable.
There was a time working New Years Eve would of ticked me off. Not so, anymore. I find myself more worried about the drunks on the road at one am. That's kind of how 2018 was for this kid, my thoughts were short term, concerned with getting through the day, worry about tomorrow when I roll outta bed with the sunshine. I gotta start thinking ahead this year, I'm eligible for retirement in May, and I'm thinking I'll pull the plug in the fall. I'm really looking to spending more time in the creative department, I'd like to get a bit more politically active, write a bit more. Life is weird though, there are ties to others, responsibilities, that I have to take into consideration. As much as I'd like to spend my time setting around my firepit up North, that ain't going to happen. I'm fine with that. It is, however, going to be an interesting year, for sure. I don't know where I'll be in a year, but it won't be in the same place I am now. That kind of leads into my predictions for 2019. Politically, and culturally, this country's on the edge. Technology, especially social media, is transforming our lives on a daily basis, and information, good or bad, right or wrong, is going to continue to play a large part in peoples decision's, in how they view the world around them. I think Trumps base will shrink, and if that gets drastic, he'll turn toward more liberal policies, mostly to save his ass. Based on history, Democrats won't accomplish anything earth shattering, but they'll make inroads into minimum wage increases and pay inequality. Some things won't change, there will be more mass shootings, scandals, marches, protests, and we'll continue to gloss them over. Basically, more of the same as we plod along to 2020.
is really a special time of the year. Personally, it's a time of reflection, a time when I really do look back, not just over the past year, but the entirety of my life. It hasn't been perfect, and there's a lot of things I wish were different, but the truth is, events happen I can't control, I've made choices I shouldn't have, and after sixty years, I've learned, that's life. Christmas is also a time to look forward, and for some reason I find that harder to do, perhaps because I don't know what's around the corner. But I do know this, whatever comes my way, I'll put one foot ahead of the other. I always have.
Christmas is also a time to be thankful, and I am. I'd like to thank you for taking the time out of your day to stop by my blog and or my Youtube channel. I'm appreciative, you're busy, you have your own life, and yet you manage to let me be a small part of yours.
I'll be off till after New Years, I'm taking the time off to enjoy the holidays, to reflect, to spend time with my wife, my kids.
I truly wish you the Merriest of Holidays.
This is where we are at. A local police department has publicly claimed that we have turned from Christ, and Satan is responsible for a recent murder. This is how I end my year, and I guess when I think about it, it's kind of appropriate, given the state of chaos we're in. I don't know, might be they're right! Hell, it seems we blame everything these days on somebody else, on people we don't like, on others we fear, those who are different, and those who might believe different. Me? I'm not blaming anyone for my wrongdoings, especially the devil, even though from time to time, I wonder if he's fucking with me, testing me? God does it all the time, so why not? I guess the only thing I got left is a question, they going to arrest the horned red one, or what?
This business about paying for Trumps wall. Think about this, we're allocating just under five billion in economic aid for Mexico. Now I'm not a supporter of building any wall, but if Trump really wanted to build a wall, there's five billion to build the first mile and a half. So yeah, Trump is twisting your little titties to get ya'll wall wanters to play along, to believe in something that just ain't ever going to happen, as much as you want it to happen. Now I get that most supporters of the Trumpian wall, ain't going to believe in facts, truth, justice and the American way and that's alright, but just remember this, most Americans live in reality.
With the passing of the recent farm bill, Hemp is finally going mainstream. Outlawed in the thirties in the fight against Marijuana, Hemp never got a fair shake in the deal. Why? Because Hemp doesn't get you high, it contains hardly no THC, the main ingredient in weed that we all enjoy, yet it is a cannabis plant. So what changed? IMHO the recognition of weed as not a natural born killer, the continuing legalization of weed, and more to the point, the profit to be made, all had a hand in making Hemp a viable agricultural product. Hell, look at all the uses for hemp. So if you're looking for investment opportunities, you know where to look, cuz that market is going boom, but please, once again, remember, you can't smoke the shit.
Every small entrepreneur dreams of taking their business global, but if you're a world famous sperm donor, how's that work? Sure, you're getting over a hundred requests a month to whack off into a plastic vial, but that's like three times a day, plus. On the other hand, maybe you'll just grow a thicker skin, so it might be all right. I'm not sure. Guess I'd be more concerned with supply and demand, I drink a lot of milk, and the jug eventually runs dry, and then I gotta wait till payday to replenish the damn thing, so I'm thinking a man in the business of donating his little ones should be careful that demand doesn't out pace supply, so going global might be a problem. Just as an afterthought, tens of thousands of years in the future, geneticist's might marvel when they find you responsible for being the father of 99.5 percent of humans living, but you know they're going to have questions, so I'd leave something for posterity besides little humans.
Nice to know some companies outside of the US are scaling down the 40 hour work week. Here at home, it ain't ever going to happen in my lifetime. Fact is, Americans are way overworked, and I'm living proof of it. Had my first job at eleven, and I've never looked back. It's all I've ever done, and dammit, I'm tired. Isn't nothing wrong with a person doing a hard days work, it might not build a fat bank account for a lot of folks, but it sure builds character. Truth is, I could do in three or four days, what I do in five, but if I did that, my bosses would only add more work instead of doing the smart thing, and giving me Friday off. Maybe the right way to go about it, is to give my bosses a shorter work week, because when they ain't around, work is a bit more relaxed, and more work actually seems to get done. I think I'll suggest that, my bosses might appreciate it, and maybe I'll get an employee of the month award for saving money.
of Christmas is strange,
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I've never heard of such a thing, a requirement as part of your job that you sign an oath giving up your right to speak out on your beliefs, in this case your political beliefs. Actually, it's more than that, in this case, it's an oath to support another nation, Israel. And because you don't sign the oath, you lose your job! And people are worried about Sharia law being infused into our society, perhaps they should be more concerned about shit like this. How can our Democracy function when stupid shit like this is being thrown at people? If this Texas School district gets away with this, where's it end? Hell, next they'll be asking you to sign an oath stating you don't believe in climate change, science or technology. Like I said, all I got is WTF?
This is strange, and I'm not sure what they're talking about when MIT claims they can shrink 3D objects to nanoscale, which is like a thousand times smaller than our world. Apparently, the shrinking of 2D objects has been going on for a while. I'm curious as to how they define objects, and I'm thinking they mean nothing organic, at least not yet. I'm also left thinking about all the space junk we have in orbit, and I'm guessing it's not going to be too much longer before we have the same cluster in nanospace. Say what you will, it's only going to be a matter of time when you go to swat a mosquito, to find out the little beast had company. One last question I have, is if they miniaturize a man and a mosquito, are their sizes still relative to each other, or are they both the same size in the nanoverse?
There is an inherent need in all of us to be loved, to be acknowledged. For most of us, having that love and acknowledgment flow from our families and friends is enough. For others, families and friends just ain't enough, you need the whole frickin' world to bow down at your feet, even if you ain't worthy. If you lack a sense of ethical scruples and moral fortitude, it's actually kind of easy to do in todays reality. I'm not judging Jered Threatin for creating a godzillion million different social media accounts, or buying a bizillion likes, hearts and followers to create a wold famous person the world has never heard of, after all, his band got a European tour out of the foolishness. But then nobody showed up to hear his tunes, and now he's world renown for the scam. As a struggling Youtuber myself, I've been tempted to go the dark route, but I'm actually fine with the love my three fans and family throw my way.
Here's a cautionary tale, if you're taking a break from a video conference and decide to engage in a quickie on the table, turn the phone off. If you can't remember to turn the damn thing off, you might not be suited for the game of business. In today's world, it seems everyone's looking for fame, so once you figured out your dirty deed was captured for the world to see, why not post it to social media. You'll need the cash the exposure brings, all 50 cents of it, because you won't have a paycheck to pay your rent with.
Friday finds it's way here.
I've got nothing to complain about, how about you? Go get crazy and have a good time, but don't lose your license.
A child, a little girl of seven died of dehydration and shock, after walking several thousand miles to reach our border. Every single footstep north she made, along dusty trails, jungle paths, and broken concrete, was distance from extreme violence, hunger and poverty. There are those who are crying out, that this child died in American detention, and while that's true, I will not pretend to tell you I know the specifics, I do not.
What I do know is far more disturbing. That instead of compassion, aid and support for a child walking on her own two feet, facing incredible odds of survival, our government chose instead to denigrate that child, to discourage that child, and yet she continued, one small dirty, dusty foot after another, defining a courage that a lot of my fellow citizens have lost. There was time when our courage was not overwhelmed with fear of others, of those different. We were brave enough to accept them, even in the face of danger. We understood the possibility that not only evil people would walk into our home, but also people would bring change into our home. Organized crime found it's way here, as did Catholicism, we managed.
My heart cries when we look in the face of a child, and do not see potential, and instead see our own fear, our prejudice. We no longer see ourselves in the face of that small girl, we see a stranger, and we become strangers to the soil we live and breath in, every day of our life.
When one stops to think about evolution, it can be mind boggling. Like if we evolved from my mother in law, the great ape, why is she still around humbugging me? Why does she still have all her hair, from head to toe, and I got none? That just don't make no sense! I guess nature is a funny beast, selective in how it does things, 'specially long term, but something just doesn't set right. Why, exactly, did we lose all our hair through the eons of time, space and evolution? Then I think about sex, and it starts to make sense.
For the life of me, watching Boris the Robot move and smooth to tunes on a world stage, I would never have imagined it was all a crock of shit. That's because I like science and technology, I believe in science and technology, and that makes me gullible. Like, who builds a robot suit, puts a man inside, and sells it to the world as the most tech advanced robot in existence? Oh, that would be Russia. I suppose though, when I think about grand illusions, religion comes to mind, and I'm left wondering if there's a little Russian man somewhere in trump, pushing control levers. Just can't believe anything, anymore, dammit!
A wall can be useful in keeping people out, in maintaining a sense of privacy, and in insuring your security. I know, my next door neighbors built one a few years back, and I'm curious as hell what they've been up to since it appeared, almost magically overnight. Before the wall, I shared a large open, common area with a half dozen other neighbors, and it seemed to work OK. Kids ran freely from one house to the next, and I believe we all got to know each other a bit better because we shared common ground. When it comes to erecting walls, common thought is that people do so to keep people out, that makes sense, but the larger truth to building a wall is one of isolation, at least to the extent that the only people you want to see are those you allow in. I don't have a problem with that in a residential neighborhood, it's a persons right. There are, other types of walls, those that are invisible, and much more protective, like the one Trump has build around his person, his family, and that wall is simply there to keep everyone out, the press, the public, members of congress. Unfortunately, Trump's wall keeps him isolated, he see's only what he wants to see, believes only words that are self satisfying, meets only with those who have shared values, and when that wall gets violated, he's apparently prone to tantrums. I'm guessing if Ronald Reagan were alive, he'd be yelling at Trump to tear down that wall, and start letting people in, but that's a pipe dream.
Imagine you're stirring a great big outdoor vat of chocolate when suddenly, you notice a wobble coming from the vat. A quick 'wtf was that' is uttered and you start stirring again. A minute later, the wobble is back, stronger, longer and you just know to get the hell of your high perch, and start running cuz any minute you're going to flood the street in chocolate. Alarms go off, red lights of impending crisis are flashing everywhere, and then, the flood. Emergency crews arrive, with shovels, and picks, and before they even start to clean up the mess, you see them tasting the chocolate, rating it, and when you note the smiles cross their faces, it somehow makes the catastrophe somewhat palatable.
I'm thinking about reassessing my life, throwing the last 60 out the window and devoting myself to guiding you, and the rest of humanity through the psychedelic, spiritual world of hallucinogens. All you have to do is drop a tab, maybe eat a little shroom, and I'll guide you to enlightenment. I mean, I could do that! And Hell, if I'm not around to help out, there's a good chance you might get led through the maze by the Lizard King himself. As an afterthought, my life is so weird, I wonder from time to time, if I'm still caught up in some acid trip from the seventies because I never bothered to find a guide, you know, someone to bring me back home. Next time you're in the realm, give me a call, see if I'm around, might be we can help each other out.
I was lead to believe that the only thing better than sex on earth was sex in space. Least, that's what I got from sneaking into Barbarella when I was 10, maybe 11. That belief kinda burst when I read that having sex in space would actually be kind of gross, if you could even manage to get a boner, because of gravity and blood flow and all that scientific crap. Imagine if you will, all your bodily secretions clinging to your skins, your sweat, your sticky stuff, not to mention, it'd be kinda hard to hold on to each other, cuz a thrust of the hips would send the other person flying off. Still, there's rumors that it's happened, that some crazy kids got together, and did the boom-boom high above the earth below. All said and done tho', the fantasy's better then reality, least Barbarella wise.
I was taught, you're going to lose sometimes, and when you do, be graceful, learn from it, and move on. Apparently, Wisconsin's Republicans never were taught that, and they're acting like really bad losers by trying to pass a shitload of laws limiting the incoming democratically elected Democrat Governor. In other words, they're cheating! Now, Scott Walker could veto all the bills, but we all know he won't. I can't help but wonder what my good neighbors to the west think? I'm guessing they ain't alright with this, and they'll remember it in two short years. Republican or Democrat, no one like cheaters.
I've always believed there's people in government, especially so in the black ops department that do unethical, crazy shit, and get away with it. I'm old enough to remember when hints of MK Ultra, our CIA's top secret program for controlling peoples behavior, started appearing, and people laughed it off as crazy conspiracy theories. Turns out, the CIA did some pretty shitty experiments on us, and our friends to the north as well. Question is, did it really stop? If not, I just gotta wonder what they've been up to the last fifty years? The implications are mind boggling.
Where did the Week Go?
I don't know, but I'm glad it's in the books.
when I lose track of time and space, I'm prone to getting a little paranoid,
thinking shit I shouldn't be thinking.
Enjoy your weekend.
Two little angels recently lost their status as alter boys when they decided to fill their censer burners with some old fashioned bud, swinging 'em to and fro as they moved among the congregation. I'm just hoping it wasn't ragweed, and that maybe some of the Sunday church goers actually met God for the first time. As funny as this story is, I do have to burst your bubble and point out it just ain't true, never happened, and the two boys still got their heavenly status, but it's one of those things, if I had thought of when I was a kid, I would of done it, because I believe in people getting close to God.
As someone who has spent the majority of their working class life in Facility Maintenance and Housekeeping, I always thought my job was safe from automation. Like how is anyone going to come up with a robot to do what I do? Well, my bad, cuz apparently Walmart has! Rather they've contracted with a company to robotically clean their floors. Like self checkouts ain't bad enough! Pretty quick here, the only real humans working at WalMart are going to be the old people that wanna see your receipt when you leave. You know, as I think about it, I think WalMart is pulling a quick one. I'm thinking half their customers are robots. Think about it. You build a robot to shop at your store. That has to be profitable.
I'm not surprised people went nuts when a local Cheesecake factory offered up 40,000 free slices of cheesecake for their 40th anniversary. What does surprises me is that the factory still hasn't offered me a job as Chief Taster in Charge because I make the meanest, bestus, tastiest cheesecake there is, to melt in your mouth, delighting your senses in ways unimagined. I spend hours, most of the time just after you beat the sugar and eggs in, tasting the mixture, loading my forefinger numerous times, to insure texture, taste and creaminess to satisfy the needs of ones desire. I take my cheesecake seriously, and I think people appreciate that, and when I show up at a friends door to offer up my Christmas Cheesecake as a gift, the delight is worth every finger load of fatness.
and I'll be watching the upcoming documentary, Bob Lazar: Area 51 and Flying Saucers. Why? Simply because the guy has a damn interesting story, and he's been awfully quiet the last twenty years or so. Hell, I thought he'd died or something, thinking perhaps he even got abducted, but not by aliens. I can slice a cake, and all the pieces ain't the same size, and when it comes to cover ups, conspiracies and general weirdness, Bob gets a pretty good sized piece of that cake, because when the government claims ol' Bob never did top secret shit for them, 'ol Bob manages to prove them wrong with certifiable evidence that makes me eek out a wtf. I don't know what the truth is when it comes to Bob Lazars tale, but there's certainly a lot of breadcrumbs there to lead one along their way to whatever truth one wants to find.
Just ain't no denying it. You want news that supports your opinion. I'm not going to delve into why that is, but I'd guess it's because it makes you right, and people like to be right. Nothing wrong with being right, except when you're wrong, and refuse to believe it. That said, I'd like to point out how all this 'Fake News' started, with some battered and broken construction worker, looking for a better life. The Internet's a wonderful place , more so if you're willing to toss morals and ethics aside, because there's an audience out there for you. And what that says about all of us, I'll leave to you.
Back in 1872, the Mary Celeste was found drifting, her crew of 10 no where to be seen, and the only lifeboat was missing. Abducted by aliens, Pirates, Mutiny, did the crew get sloshed on the cargo of alcohol and get swept overboard? Who knows? The case of the Mary Celeste is just one of those enduring mysteries that people keep trying to solve, and Anne MacGregors take on what happened is just as valid as any other. In fact, it kind of makes sense, given that the only way a crew would abandon their ship in the middle of the ocean is if they thought they were sinking, especially if there was an island in sight. Don't you think though, someone would have bothered to check out the island for survivors? Unless the lifeboat became a death boat! Me? I'm good with the abduction theory, especially if any of the caskets of booze were missing.
The Illusion of Perception
Good lord, Almighty! I'd like to say I watched this video, and now I've got my perceptions of reality all sorted out, but the truth is, it's all just one big illusion. Like many, I can't wrap my mind around the concept of space/time, and how it effects our reality. I got lost at causality, meaning causes and effects, or better, everything that happens has a cause, as a starting point for objective realty. What I get is causality creates a sense of time, making me, and probably you, if you're not an illusion, a geometric object in space time. Now, if you've understood one word I've wrote, you're an observer, moving at a different speed than I am, and probably have a different take on this.
When I look in the mirror, I don't see an old man, but I often wonder how others see me, probably grey, and decrepit, and OK, maybe old. So it's good to know research has figured out there's two aging processes, chronological and biological. I want you to know that I might be old, according to the clock, but my bodies telling me I'm a young stud of 16, except for the days my body groans, creaks like a wood floor, and I gotta piss every five minutes. Those days are getting a lot more frequent, and that's when I gotta find a mirror to make sure I'm still 16. Hmmmm, maybe there's a third aging process, one that's called the 'lying to yourself' bullshit process. But damn, I'm still having fun.
As a Father, with a son who has some serious mental health issues, I don't like reading that there's been five deaths here in my neighborhood, because police don't know how to respond to people with mental health issues. I get the issues the police have, you're facing a person who's acting weird, probably threatening, might have a knife, or gun in hand, others might be in danger. I keep coming back to my son, he's a big guy, has a habit of being unkept, and he has his moods, Christ does he have his moods. That said, he doesn't have a violent bone in his body. He's been lucky in that the police he's encountered, and there's been a couple of times, have realized his state of mind, and solved the problems through talking with him. I do fear the time he comes across an officer who isn't invested in talking the situation through, but there is hope, there is recognition that police officers need better training in dealing with mental health crisis, and some Departments have started that training. But damn, it's just outright horrifying to think of a situation gone wrong. It's not a 2am knock I'll want to answer.
It is the Sixth day of the Week.
In light of last Tuesdays election, I thought a little Nina Simone would be appropriate.
Enjoy the start of the holiday season.
Jim Bridenstine, NASA administrator just claimed that we will will have a permanent manned moon base in ten years. Bridenstine's vision is one of an orbiting station, appropriately named Gateway, that will be a dropping off point for a moon base, and eventually Mars. I don't believe it. I've heard versions of this story for fifty years. The simple truth is that we, as a Nation, don't have a vision, we're too fractured in our belief of what our future should look like, on the ground, and in space. One administration will lay the foundation for great things, and the next will turn to some other great thing, leaving the old foundation to crumble in the dust. We no longer, as a people, have a collective will to accomplish a damn thing, we're too busy being hungry, being poor, fighting over our health, our retirements, and each other. There's no one who'd like to see us move out into the great expanse of the universe than I, but I won't see it in my lifetime, not unless by some miracle, I wake up tomorrow morning in a different world, and God just ain't being that kind to me these days.
I'm a news junkie, born and bred, and shit like making all your news anchors read a prepared script, pisses me off. More so, if the design is to push a political agenda. Last April, Sinclair Broadcasting, the biggest, fattest owner of television stations, with almost 200 under it's belt, issued must read scripts to all it's news anchors, and now they've done it again.
Trump stands in front of the American people, and accuses our media of making shit up, but he's quiet as hell when one of his former campaign aides writes a piece to push his agenda, and demands a hundred and ninety some anchors across the nation read it on air. When you throw in the bullshit from Fox News, and now it's streaming service, Fox Nation, mix it up with a little Limbaugh, what you have is a rabid dog loose, and that fucking dog is going to bite us in the ass.
Be rich! Have powerful friends! Involve your powerful friends in your perversions! And if your particular perversion is fucking little girls, you know your rich and powerful friends are going to be there for you. Jeffry Epstein had a lot of rich and powerful friends, and fuck me, they all knew what kinda slimeball he was. At best, they knew. At worse, they had a whole lotta fun drugging, fucking and raping. There's a lot more to this story, but the above pretty much sums it all up and I'm hoping this exclusive expose in the Miami Herald opens some eyes, maybe even yours. And I gotta say, this ain't political, this hot knife cuts through that argument, it's about power, and outright abuse, sick abuse, and when these men meet their God, they're going to find out, God don't give a shit what your political affiliations are.
I read General McChrystals opinion on leadership, and he uses words like inspire, and energize, while calling for a shared sense of community, best established, in his opinion, by having our youth spend a year doing National service. I don't have a problem with a young person spending a year with the Peace Corp, I just don't think it should be mandatory. I also don't think spending a year volunteering with the elderly is necessarily going to make great leaders, but I will say compassion and understanding gained sets a foundation for learning how to lead.
Great leaders inspire, and dream, aspiring to be more, and they plan, they motivate, and execute. I was asked once, to define what good leadership was. All the cliches came to mind, teamwork, communication, participation, blah, blah, blah, and my reply stumbled out of my mouth, 'I can't tell you what good leadership is, but I can tell you what bad leadership is, and I'm looking at it'. And that was said to someone I once admired as a good leader. What changed? Simply this, one can speak about leadership all you want, but when push comes to shove, a great leader lives by what he teaches, and doesn't toss his skillset out the window because suddenly that skillset doesn't fit into his agenda. You take the hard path, you follow your heart, you do what you believe is right, and you push on. I don't know how you teach that.
I'm a fence sitter on this one, on the purpose of confederate monuments to honor the southern war of aggression and separation. It's their money, if they want to build, or maintain a statue of Lee instead of investing it in education, I guess it's their priority to do so. What they don't have a right to do, is rewrite history, because it's my history as well. To claim that slavery wasn't an issue for their succession is bullshit. Getting back to the financial aspect of idol worship, I'd suggest, given the economic profile of our southern states, that they actually invest in things like healthcare, education, and clean restaurants, as opposed to glorifying a horrible war. Going a bit further, perhaps it's time for our Southern sisters to start asking if they're Americans first, and start thinking about things like equality. I get I'm a bit harsh here with my words, and I understand the demographics of the South are changing, that a lot of people down south are trying to move into the 21st century along with the rest of us, but the monuments to an old world, the rewriting of history are more than just roadblocks to the future. They're a god damn wall of isolation, oppression, and inequality.
I like dogs, and dogs are pretty smart. Like humans though, sometimes they get so caught up, obsessed with something, that they don't sense danger approaching. Like chasing a squirrel up inside a hollow tree, and getting stuck. Years pass, the tree grows large and strong, sucking the moisture out of your body till you're mummified. Finally, the day comes when a logger comes to chop down that old tree, and you scare the shit outta the big, burly guy. Meet Stuckie, the mummified tree dog who gives warning about obsession, and not paying attention to your environment least you end up someplace you really don't wanna be.
I'm worth just a bit more than Bill Gates, at least when it comes to the minerals in my body. I just wanted everyone to know that. Couple other interesting facts about me, over the course of my life, I'll produce 2.6 trillion little guys who we call sperm containing over 2 billion terabytes of data, and at 1,485.2 ounces, water makes up 55% of this old man. But I'm drying out fast, that's why I creak when I walk.
Wanna know how many times your heart has beat? How much urine you've produced? Perhaps you're wondering how much armpit hair you've grown? If you're a stickler for the details of the human skin you live in, stop by BBC Earth, plug in a few stats about yourself, and check out some cool facts about what makes you tick like a well maintained clock, or in my case, like an old weathered grandfather clock that's taken a beating and kept on ticking. That's some valuable information that comes with that knowledge.
The Wright brothers first flight lasted 12 seconds and traveled a distance of 120 feet, and in the hundred and fifteen years since, the technology of flight has progressed to the point where we whip around the globe, by the millions, in what is essentially a blink of an eye. Looking to the future, we envision faster, bigger, economically feasible, and non polluting craft, and the first step might have been taken by MIT engineers. And now for the mind fuck, that flight was made with out a single moving part, as in no propellers, no turbines. The power source? Ionic wind! The distance traveled? 180 feet! While it carried no human passenger, the flight proved the technology has possibilities, and I'm left wishing that'd I'd be alive in another 115 years to zip around the Galaxy in my own little ionmobile . Hell, you even get a diffuse blue glow around the craft, and that's just way to scifish to not want to stick around for.
So Thanksgiving has came and gone, and people gave thanks for whatever they feel blessed with, and no doubt, for each, their blessings are different. While I have my own demons, they're personal demons, and I guess I should be thankful for that, because demonic possessions are on the rise, and the need for qualified exorcists exceeds the demand, meaning there just ain't enough to address Satan's growing intrusion into our lives. Now I happen to believe evil exists, just not not personified in one being, but after reading this article in the Atlantic, I might have to revisit my belief systems. All I know, is there is strange shit afoot in the world, and I'm left wondering who's winning the god damn war between good and evil. Sure doesn't seem like it's us good guys!
I am taking a mini vacation because I deserve it. I'm spending today, baking pies and treats for tomorrow's feast. Tomorrow, my wife works, but I'll be feeding three of my sons, and I have my niece, who's husband is deployed, stopping over for a bit, then it's off to see my mom, and I'm thinking it's her last Thanksgiving.
I have a lot to be thankful for amid a crazy, chaotic life. Nothings ever perfect, you find happiness sometimes in the corners. I'll take that.
Enjoy the day. I'll be back Monday.
Old people ain't all that smart, ain't all that chock full of wisdom, but we fake that shit pretty good. Truth is, if you're not a virgin by 21, you know everything you need to know, least ways about sex. If you started your work career while you were in high school, you know what to expect for the next 60 years. Chances are, you've been fishing and/or hunting since you were a kid, or shopping and putting on makeup if you're a woman, so you know about the fun things in life. Sex, work and fun, ain't nothing else. That's life. But when you get to be old, and your bones hurt, and the dick don't work, you're retired, and you can't read a damn price tag or sight a scope, there ain't nothing left, except to pretend you got a life of experience, and advice to pass along to the younger folk. And the young un's, they eat that shit up, thinking old people are wise old owls.
Murder is serious business, but I find myself sympathetic to the jilted women who slaughtered her ex, blended him up, and served him to guests setting around her dinner table. Sympathetic because I understand what it feels like to work hard at a task, to plan it all out in glee, to work hard and get the job done, and then revel in your accomplishment with your friends... only to have it all fucked up by some idiot pointing out you left a tooth in your blender.
plot together, to cover dirty deeds done wrong, by one or the other. Why else would Trump placate Turkey by extraditing someone they want, even in the face of our own CIA making the claim that MBS ordered the killing of Jamal Khashoggi. But let me digress, who the fuck really cares, the President certainly doesn't, nor do evangelical Christians. It's not like there was any outcry way back last year when he locked up and tortured all his rich friends, stealing their money, and insuring their loyalty with a whip and threat. Like Trump, his republican colleagues moan and groan about Saudi Arabia, more concerned about how embarrassing it might be when the wash comes clean, but when it comes to doing some meaningful shit, like holding MBS accountable, that ain't never going to happen. Why, cuz we got too much invested in the guy, politically, and financially, and the bad guy knows that. It's why he brutally murdered and dismembered an American journalist and Trump ain't going to do jackshit about it.
With Thanksgiving just a couple, busy days away, I'd thought you might like to take a few minutes before you stuff your bird, and learn a bit about your meals history. Jennie-0 and Honeysuckle turkeys come with a scanable code that lets your read about your special ones genealogy, where it grew up, who took care of it, how it was fed, who it mated with, who the offspring is, and whose table the kids are placed upon? 'Hey Bob, hear your eating a relative of my turkey' is going to make for some cool Turkey day chatter that I'll be looking forward to. Only in America...
Man, I'm just truckin' along. The week went by so damn fast, I don't remember half of it, and that's probably a good thing. Enjoy your weekend.
Being from Minnesota, I'm used to the cold, and I'm used to the snow. This clip reminds of a time, many years back when I was in Denver, and woke up to less then an inch of snow, that immobilized the entire city. The city totally freaked out, closed schools, and people stayed home for the day. That was a long time back, these days, here in MN, we don't seem to get the winters we used to when I was a kid. In fact, if anybody in Denver, or Little Rock wants to buy a real nice snowmobile, you can find one pretty cheap here in the great Northern Midwest. I actually have friends who haven't used theirs but once, maybe twice in the last few years.
how can a defense lawyer get up in front of a judge and jury, and claim a a women deserved to be raped because of wearing lace panties? And the judge and jury buys it! What the fuck!? The woman, in this case was 17, and it was argued, that she wanted to please the guy she was going to meet, who ended up raping her. But what they're really saying in their argument, is that the girl is a slut, who wanted to be fucked by some guy she liked. That's the brutal truth, and I ain't buying it. Was a time, not too long ago, that mens underwear only came in one color, white. Now I'm beginning to think it had something to do with purity, but these days, a man can buy pink undies. I wonder what invitation that means? Especially if you change for work in a locker full of men. I don't know, but sometimes I'm left to wonder if it's the close of 2018, or 1918.
How does a IT glitch cause hundreds of thousands of our veterans to lose their benefits? Well, coming from a VA employee, it doesn't surprise me. For a number of reasons! When I started with our local VA four years ago, know what I used for an email system? A DOS based system, and it was only recently that we were allowed access to Outlook. Second, when I log on to my work PC, it takes anywhere from three to ten minutes, and that's at 1am in the morning when usage is non existent. And..., and we've only had wireless for maybe three years at best, and... and it sucks! Personally, and it's only my opinion, but the problems are because the IT people they hire are not hired based on qualifications, but based on whose ass they kissed. Now, after voicing my opinions, I'm wondering if I'll have a job this afternoon. That would suck, because I do like my job, and I do enjoy the people I work with, and I mostly defend the VA more than I bitch about it, but from an IT standpoint, they suck. I won't even start in on their timekeeping...
I like the idea that Governor elect Tim Walz is calling past Governors for advice. I'm also impressed that past Governor Jesse Ventura used some of his time during the meet to push for marijuana legalization. As The Body pointed out, Minnesota used to be a leader in things like education, and now we're a passenger in a fast moving train when it comes to states looking at legalization. Say what you want, but anyone who shows up to meeting with a Governor wearing a Hendrix Tee, and a knit head, is my kinda man. According to Jesse, he didn't get a firm commitment, but he did get a grin when he suggested a 'Pot for Potholes' campaign. I'm good with that.
If you're a space nut, you'll find this a fascinating 15 minute conversation with Michele Thaller, an astrophysicist with NASA. For those who don't give a damn about science, and in particular, space, you're missing out on where we're headed as a civilization. There's a big ass universe out there, and it ain't all about you. As Michelle points out, every star you see in the sky is the center of some sort of solar system. That's like a gadzillion solar systems, and I'm thinking there's more than just a couple like ours.
When I Was a Kid
Did your childhood define who you are today?
Mine did, to a greater extent than most.
And I'm a better person for all the weirdness.
We know the technology is there, we chip dogs to find them when they're lost. I like my dog, but she always comes home so I don't need a chip for Penny. Chipping people, specifically employees, like some corporations want to do in the UK, well, that scares me. I get the benefits for companies wanting to do so, and I understand the benefits for the individual. Doing so elevates a lot of security concerns for a business, and a chip could also contain medical records in case of an accident. It is the evil shit that people can do that bothers me, and people are capable of doing all kinds of evil shit. Imagine, you take a mental health day to set in a bar, and your phone rings... Like I said, screw that shit, and knowing where you are, that's just the beginning of the evil in some peoples heart.
My father was a veteran. His example of service led myself, and my three brothers, my niece and nephew, all to serve. My dad passed ten years ago this thanksgiving, and when I look back at old photos I see a young man I never knew. A young man, like so many others who answered a call to duty. When I left the service, I never gave the military a second thought, never thought of myself as a vet, and went about my life. Four years ago, I took a job with the Veterans Administration, and I've recognized just how much we owe our Veterans. Not me, I'm OK, but there are those, of all ages, who suffer, who have truly born the battle upon their shoulders, who have fought, and died for an idea, for their country. Everybody I work with on a nightly basis is a veteran, and we each found ourselves employed at our local VA Hospital by differing routes, and reasons. Some are Viet Nam Vets, most are much younger, and I find myself in awe of these young people. I've learned to respect them, their service, and my own wild days as a seventeen year sailor.
A Man Alone
I really do not know where to begin, except to say, that our president looked like a man alone on the world stage during the global Day of Remembrance in France. Trump canceled a speech due to light rain, refused to march with other world leaders, and when Putin arrived, Trumps smile glowed over the solemn faces of Merkel and Macron. Trump offered up no uplifting speech of remembrance for our Veterans, but complained of having to stand in the rain when the optics drove him to do so. I find it hard to believe that trump was acting like a toddler who didn't get his own parade, or perhaps it was because he got whomped in the mid terms, but maybe it is as simple as that. The telling tale in all this, in my opinion, is his loving smile for Putin, that smile bothers me beyond measure.
Freaking, Fu*king, Friday
and I'm down on my knees!
All. I. Got.
and bloggers everywhere. There is, over 150 million bloggers, people just like me, pounding out their thoughts on plastic key boards all over the world. Fashion, health, baking, politics, writing, ufos, and sex; writing about whatever passion their beating hearts have settled on. There are over 2 million posts every day. Bloggers like Rick Johnson, who I came across yesterday, and inspired this post, put their thoughts out there, and it's people like Rick, who I enjoy. If I'm interested in fashion, and I'm not, I'd read a fashion blog, but I'm interested in what people are thinking about the world they live in, and their experience in that world. From Head to Paper isn't the best blog in the world, isn't the flashiest, isn't even the best written blog, but Rick has what I like, thoughtful musings on the world around him, and like all bloggers, he's hones his craft, investing in himself with written words, thoughts and ideas, probably silently when the kids are sleeping and the moon is high, for no other reason than passion. That's why good bloggers blog, and not an awful lot of 'em get the recognition they deserve.
As a parent, I know that my kids have to learn from their mistakes. They fail at any given task, I tell them to try it again, to try to approach it different, but don't give up. Least ways, that's how it should work. When it comes to history, I'm flabberfuckinggasted, because we don't learn crap, we don't learn from our mistakes. We teach our kids not to be bullies, that violence is bad, but as adults we get involved in little things called wars. We teach our kids to be respectful of others, and hate and prejudice runs rampart. We teach our children about democracy, and here we are, just like the old Roman empire, on the eve of destruction. Color me an idiot, but history's a bad parent cuz she can't seem to get her point across to her kids.
For someone to ask if sex addiction actually exists, only means they don't know much about our sexual behavior, which in turn means they probably don't get a lot action, for what ever reason. Maybe because they're ugly, I don't know, maybe they're missing the needed hormones. Admit it or not, we're all pervs, being addicted to sex to one degree or another. From the difference in species alone, we're weird. Women approach sex different then men. Women like to be cuddled, men just wanna bang, roll over and sleep the night away. According to what I read, if a women masturbates for 5-10 minutes a day, she's addicted. How is that an addiction? Hell, there's some men I won't shake hands with because their hands are full of blisters, and they walk funny. Nothing wrong about enjoying sex, unless you find yourself having sex in the local car wash, with the attendant, that's perverted.
I'm telling you right out, medical technology has entered into the magical, mystical realm where weird shit is happening. Regenerative technology is right around the corner. Pretty soon, I won't have to worry about falling into my fire pit when I'm stumbling drunk, cuz modern medicine will be able to reprogram my cells, make me better, stronger. Now if we could get the pharmaceutical companies on board to lower the cost of Viagra, I'd be a happy camper.
Hmmm, if you vote for a dead, or an indicted person, are you just misinformed, or are you stupid? I'll admit, there's a couple of stupid, or simply misinformed people out there. I know a couple. However, I'm thinking when a dead person wins, like Dennis Hoff in Nevada, or Duncan Hunter and Chris Collins, both under federal indictment, I'm not sure how that happens. I don't believe that many people are stupid and misinformed, or that, that many people don't give a flying fuck. If voters are trying to send a message, I'm not sure what message I'm supposed to take away. The one commonality is they're all republicans, and judging from what I've seen of hard core trump supporters, they might not believe that Dennis Hoff is dead, or the other two are not under indictment. Go figure.
It's Election Day, Vote
Why are you reading this? Did you vote? If you haven't, get off your ass and go vote, I'll be here when you get back.
Elections are way to important, too many people blow them off, thinking their vote doesn't matter. I disagree, it gives you a voice, a voice that is then added to a larger, collective voice. Instead of one, you become many, sharing a common voice.
I don't know how this election will go. I'm hoping for a blue tidal wave, I'll be surprised if it happens. OK, I'll leap for joy, shout from the rooftops, you know, that kind of happy shit. So it's wait and see, for all of us, but the one thing that I do believe will come out of this mid term, is direction, who we are as a nation, even if it ends up saying we're more divided than ever. I hope that's not the case.
Specially when it comes to how I like to watch my flicks. Back in the day, I rushed on the cable bandwagon, and I never imagined anything better would come along, the old big satellite dishes were a bit to pricey till Dish network came along. I hopped on that wagon too, but I'm about to cut the cord. Only reason I still have it, is to watch football, and I don't watch a lot of that these days. I already sub to CBS and HBO, the cost is minimal, and I'll probably pick up a few more. Pretty funny article, btw, comparing all the streaming companies to Game of Thrones.
I remember last year when Mohammed bin Salman purged Saudi Arabia of any opposition. MBS rounded them up in luxury, sealed the Ritz up tight, and begun a reign of abuse and torture. A year later we have the murder of Jamal Khashoggi, and there's not much doubt in thinking people's mind, that MBS was behind the brutal assassination. So much so that many corporations pulled out of Davos in the Desert.
So why is it a delegation of Evangelical Christians just met with MBS? All I got is a what the fu... What message does that send about Christianity? Specially when the entire delegation is leaning forward, as if in worship of a golden idol. So yeah, I got problems with this shit.
The mystery of what happened at Shag Harbor back in 1967 has all the elements of intrigue, head scratching and just plain, weird shit, including an attempted ocean recovery by the Canadian government. Hell, Jacques-Yves Cousteau's grandkids went diving last July, looking for whatever crashed in the harbor. 50 years later it's not only remains a mystery, but a cool tourist attraction as well. Unlike Roswell, the crash was seen by pilots, by people on land, and on the radar of a fishing vessel. Think what you will, skeptics claim it was probably a meteorite breaking up, but that's standard fare for a non believer. Me? I'm thinking some old time fishing man has a strange body on ice in a little shack on the harbor.
It's Been a Hell of a Week
Sometimes, I feel like I'm already in Hell.
That's me tho'. You?
You have a good weekend
What kind of person claims that kids out trick or treating on Halloween are doing the devils work, and might end up spending eternity in hell? Probably the same guy that built a huge replica of Noah's Ark and stocked it with dinosaurs. Probably the same guy that says if aliens exist, they'll going straight to hell, because only humans can know the face of god. I've always believed in demons doing the devils work, and I'm guessing when Ken Ham turns in after a hard days work, he slithers out of human form with a smile on his disfigured, horned face. People like ken, scare the hell outta me.
In light of the recent murder of Jamel Khashoggi, let's all remember how repressive Saudi Arabia really is. Hell, you can't even celebrate Halloween, even if you're a foreigner, living in a compound of foreigners. It isn't just Halloween, but Christmas, and god forbid, Valentines day as well. Apparently, if you're not married, you can't even be seen with someone of the opposite sex. But hey, they're giving us billions in return for all kinds of weapons of mass destruction, which kinda means any Saudi citizen that wants to speak out is going to get hammered hard by an American made tank. But don't blame us, we're in it for the oil.
Looks like the US isn't the only one having problems with their infrastructure. Imagine laying in a clean, sterile hospital bed, staring at the ceiling when you notice a small brown spot appear. As you watch, it seems to grow. In the back of you're mind, you know you're sick, but you're not thinking you're that sick that a doorway to Heaven has to open, as that little brown spots gets bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
And in the blink of an eye, you're engulfed in human waste, and you're wondering what the fuck you did in life to end up in Hell. Oh, the horror!
Here's to a ghoulish, ghostly Halloween
Halloween, when the dead walk the street, and come knocking on your door looking for candy. Traditionally, it's the start of a wild and crazy holiday season that ends with a new year, and a cold hard wait till spring. In the meantime, check out how the day of the dead is celebrated in other countries around the world, or perhaps you're more interested in the pagan history. Btw, did you realize that we'll spend 9 billion this year on our love for fright, check out Halloween by the Numbers and you'll know why you're broke for Christmas. Halloweens been around for a while, traditions come and go, check out how your ancestors celebrated when their ghosts walked the earth, and if you like that, nail down how certain modern day traditions came to be, like Jack O Lanterns. Coming full circle, here's some global Halloween traditions. So here you are, full of Halloween knowledge and tidbits, go get 'em, and leave your kids candy alone.
Look what just dropped!
My annual spookfest, ghoulish Halloween vid.
I woke up this morning to the news that President Trump believes he can abolish the 14th amendment with the signing of an executive order. The 14th reaffirms that if you're born on American soil, you're an American citizen. There's a lot of reasons he'd say such a thing, mid terms are in a week, and immigration is red meat for his base. They might only be words to motivate the red hats to get out and vote, to stem the blue wave that might come crushing upon our shores. Words are dangerous, something this President doesn't care about. Words have consequences, something this President doesn't think about. To even breech the thought of our god given right to American citizenship is beyond destructive to who we are as a people. Trump, in his own way is telling us, if he doesn't like what you write about him, he'll pull your citizenship, and banish you from American soil, from your family, your community. It is as simple as that, transcending immigration, and leading all of us further down the road of division and hate.
I've always figured there was a couple of mad scientists somewhere, working in dark, dank laboratories, working to clone their dead wives. That thought doesn't bother me as much as the thought of well funded, neatly shaved men and well dressed women, all dressed in crisp pressed white lab coats, working on some project, that has the potential to destroy the entire universe. Now I understand the chance of that happening at the particle accelerator is basically nil, but the way my lucks been running, I'll wake up one morning to read the following headline 'We're Fucked'. Just out of curiosity, I'm wondering what precautions we've taken to make sure that doesn't happen? They have taken precautions, right?
Damn, it's been a year short of fifty that we first stepped on our moon. Lot's happened in that time, but one thing that hasn't happened is that we haven't been back since Apollo 17 in '72. Don't know about you, but I wonder every now and again, if we had kept going back, how that might have changed the world we live in today, especially if we had done so in cooperation with the other major superpowers? The more globally economically entwined we are as humans subverts the possibility of world war, and to throw an international presence on the moon, well, I'm thinking we'd be better off as a species. I do believe, it'll happen, I just won't be around to see it. I'm ok with that, because I think before that occurs, we've got some hard times in front of us.
'bout damn time
Friday shows up
Lotta people out there these days who's brains are squirming...
I'm going to end the week with some words on political and social commentary regarding the mail bombs. The person, or persons, mailing the bombs to opponents of Donald Trump are doing so to sow fear and division for political gain. That is terrorism, on American soil. Terrorism comes in many forms, and it's purpose is always to create fear. Fear is a powerful emotion, striking away our sensibilities to leave us exposed to those who would take advantage of our raw instincts to defend our lives, our beliefs and our institutions. To those who would use an act of domestic terrorism to further their own agenda, to blame the act on their political opponents is despicable. More so when they blame the terror on the intended victims. It's no different than blaming a women for being raped, claiming she asked to be assaulted by her behavior, or what she happened to choose to wear. Blaming the victim, is morally wrong, and those making such absurd claims have no place as a voice n our Democracy, and yet they do. People listen. Why?
Perhaps there are a number of reasons, I don't know, I don't pretend to understand it. What I do know is this, when our political leaders engage is disrespectful behavior and hateful words, people listen, and eventually act, lashing out, and from that hateful act, political opportunities blossom.
We've seen this before. The Reichstag fire is but one example.
I used to work with a person who had brain cancer. I have a pretty good understanding of how horrible, and life changing it can be. When I read the my old fierce Viking warrior, Chris Doleman was suffering from this horrible cancer, my thoughts flooded back to the women I used to work with, her daily pain, her daily struggle just to get through a shift, often stopping to take, literally a handful of meds. And then one day, she was gone, just like that. My heart goes out to Mr. Doleman, you were awesome to watch, awesome to listen to, and I hope the best for you.
Good to know I'm not the only one to get horned up after I eat Mexican food. I was starting to think I was weird or something. I do however, on occasion, wait till I get home. Unlike these two people, I can control my sexual appetite, but I get it, the food looks so damn sexy, and it tastes so damn good, I get hot and bothered just thinking about it.
I'll be back in a minute...
Space is about to be militarized. Nuclear weapons, flying tanks, and space stations with people in cool U.S. of A uniforms dropping gravity free salutes. With Trump intending to pull out of the INF, a treaty that barred nuclear weapons in space, we can now move into the future of human destruction. I know the idea of a Space Force sounds cool, but it's not going to be space stations populated by space jocks piloting cool streamlined fighters. What Trump is talking about, is putting nuclear weapons in space. That ain't a good thing. I rather like the old idea, of keeping if open to exploration, of advancing human knowledge of the universe we live in, than raining fire and brimstone down upon us all, cuz the end result is, once we start, it's going to become a global nuclear arms race in space.
Day Late, Dollar Short
Wait, what? I just mentioned that Trump intends to create the U.S. Space Force, and now I'm hearing about how the Marines have a base on Mars. WTF people, I can't handle this shit. I am outta the loop on all this space stuff, I gotta start paying more attention. This Marine Captain is claiming we already have a secret space force, and he spent a 17 year tour of duty on the red planet. Some days, I just don't want to wake up, and if I do, I don't want to find out I'm some young stud serving my country on a dusty red planet.
Trumps blaming evil Democrats and Nazi sympathizer George Soros for creating the migrant caravan now in Mexico, and heading our way. Me? I'm thinking it's Trumps doing. Why? Because Democrats just are not that smart. And who does the issue hurt the most? For Trump supporters, it's a rallying cry, for Democrats, it's kinda hard to defend. And the caravan's appearance, just before midterms will boost the rights sagging poll numbers, so yeah, I'm suspicious. All I'm asking, is who benefits from this mess? Might be simpler though, maybe a bunch of people got tired of being hungry, being murdered, their wives raped, their kids uneducated, and decided to make a run for a better life. What do I know, tho', I'm a Democrat.
I get there are people who don't want to bake a cake for a gay couple, or fill a prescription for a miscarriage. That's your religious belief, and I respect it, but I have to ask, why do they have to be flat out dicks about it? Why not point your clients to a competitor who'll meet their needs? At the very least, just be nice, be polite, and explain your beliefs, and leave it there, without berating the people seeking your service. I'm beginning to think that our formless god is jealous of men and their dicks, secretly wants a dick of his own, and the only way god can get a dick, is by putting dicks on the planet.
WTF, An Active Volcano on Mars
This is weird, considering Mars is supposed to be geologically dead, meaning the last active eruption was tens of thousands years ago. Watch the video, you tell me what else it is. What bothers me more is that there's no fricking coverage of it it. I'd think scientists all over the world would be scratching their heads, pointing their cameras toward the red desert to figure this one out, but that just doesn't seem to be the case. It's as if, there's a conspiracy or something.
I have a dog. I've had a couple of dogs in my life, and they all have a special place in my heart. The evolution of dogs, and our friendship with dogs is a fascinating thing. When one stops to think about our relationship with our dogs, one starts to realize that relationship hasn't changed over thousands of years. Dogs got friendly with humans when we started building small communities, and dogs started pawing through our garbage. Dogs still do that. My garbage bin has been tipped and prowled through a couple of times by a neighborhood dog out for the night. My dog doesn't do that, because my dog is too busy keeping my bed warm for me, or laying around in my favorite recliner. My dog wakes me up in the morning by snuggling up real close to me, and sends me off to sleep at night with a face wash. When it's supper time, my dog is there to make sure I eat all my food, and wash my dishes. I like my dog, she keeps me safe too, especially when some dumb ass politician comes knocking on my door, Penny scares 'em away with her bark way before I can ever answer the door. I like that. I like my dog. Dogs and people, forever friends, forever companions.
The Weekends here.
It went by fast, that means the weekends going to kick by in the wink of a firefly. So take some time with your woman in the long cool black dress. She deserves it, 'specially these days.
What does it say, if six of the thirteen best places to live in the world, if you partake of the weed, are in the good old US of A? Not sure what it means, but I'm not moving to Boston! Probably not LA either. I'd love to visit Anchorage, but probably not anytime soon. I've got family in Seattle, and around Portland too, their both a possibility, but I've heard Boulders nice. So who knows where I'm headed in my retirement? Amsterdam tho', that's in the back of my mind. But who am I kidding, I'll probably just light up and watch the travel channel with a box of munchies at my side.
I'm a trailing Dr. Who fan, meaning I'm way behind in catching up on all the latest episodes. Been watching since Tom Baker was running around with his scarf, and of course, I've watched most of the older Doctors. Earlier this year, when it was announced that Jodie Whittaker was cast as the 13th regeneration, I was like, What! A Woman?
So I had to do my own time jump, and skipped Peter Capaldi's last season, to watch the new Doc, and I just gotta say, I'm in love. Over heals, my hearts been stole, kinda of love. Jodie brings something fascinating to the series, something I can't quite put my finger on, but whatever it is, I really enjoyed watching.
Big, and Devious
I promise, when I'm talking about the honey mushroom, the biggest living organism in todays world, I won't make any Trump jokes, no matter how tempting. Weighing in at 440 tons, this fungus is the size of three blue whales, spreading out over 91 acres, and at 1500 years old, it's been infecting a lotta trees, which die, and the damn thing eats their rotting corpses. Kinda like how Trump is infecting Democracy in insidious ways, making us rot from the inside out. Or maybe it's mother natures way of getting in on Halloween, ain't she something?
Can't Take This Shit No More
I just can't! I've said it before, and I'll say it again, my problem with Trump isn't with his politics, it's with his character. With Trump, the human being! Any man that calls out your wife as a dog, or a horseface, is just a disrespectful motherfucker, and a real man would take a stance in his wifes honor, and with the crowd I run with, that means kicking the shit outta him, 'specially so if we're in a bar tossing shots. Seems to me, a President should try to bring people together, to lift our eye's to the future. That ain't happening! Instead, Trump seems hellbent on dividing, and destroying the Nation, moving us away from long held, and established friends, to those like Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, Kim Jong Un and Putin. In the meantime, we've become a nation completely divided, with half of us thinking that sleeping with a porn star, and then calling her out as a horseface, is funny, entertaining, and thus acceptable, while the other half calls it out as deplorable. All I know, is that when God calls me out on it, I'll have the right answer.
I don't talk a lot about God, because for someone who's suppose to bring us closer together, talking about the old man seems to drive us apart. When I do talk about God, it's from a personal viewpoint, and personal experience, not one infused by religion. I like to separate the two out, religion and God. I get Stephan Hawkings belief that there is no God, and I respect it. He has a right to his beliefs, as I do, but the thing is, I don't think either one of us is going to be condemned to hell for our beliefs. That's just not God like. Unless you're an evil, vengeful god that wants to scare the shit out of everybody just so they fear, and accept your word as god. I am a lot like Stephan though, I rather stare at the stars and wonder about our future, than stare at my two feet and think about where we're all going.
Fuck trade sanctions with China, there's a bigger problem! Their scientists have produced healthy, living offspring from two women. Yep, you read that right. As a man, in light of the #metoo movement, wtf are you thinking? Is there a plot to eliminate the male species? Know what else, they tried it with two male mice, and it didn't work. Might be I'm just a bit paranoid, but my wife tells me not to worry because who'll take out the garbage? Yeah, they'll build robots for that I'm thinking.
there's a reason, or a need for men to go by the wayside. Now I'm not equating all men with some guy that wants to exercise his sexual fantasies with a tail pipe. Then again, I'm not so sure because when I googled 'sex with a tailpipe' looking to put together an image for this post, well, it appears there's a lot of men out there loving their tailpipes. Just don't click to see the images! I gotta wonder how that works, it must take a hell of a lotta lube, and is it better if you let the tailpipe cool down, or is hot tailpipe better? What do you do if it's a dual exhaust? Personally, I'm switching my nice chrome tailpipe out for an old rusty piece of crap just so some guy doesn't walk by and get all excited. It's all about protection, you know.
Neil Armstrong, as a man, was a mystery himself. The man, almost immediately upon his return, disappeared from public life. I haven't seen 'First Man' yet, but from what I've read, I'm going to. I wasn't aware he lost a daughter at a young age, and I can imagine Karen's death stayed with him his entire life, affecting his character. I wouldn't be one bit surprised if Neil left her name bracelet in Little West crater. I would have. I hope he did. Doing so, in a strange way is a monument to all of us, a simple reminder of how frail life really is. Imagine being a visitor, spacesuit and all, standing on the edge of the crater, looking down at a simple bracelet, and acknowledging the truth it represents for all of us, especially as we step out into the depths of space.
Seems to be the insanity of Halloween has set in. In what is now becoming an annual tradition, crazy clown sightings are popping up all over the place. I get it, clowns are scary, but they ain't scary like ghosts, demons and goblins, but I've never seen Pennywise in action, so maybe I shouldn't judge. I wonder if the Celts painted themselves up as clowns 2,000 years ago when they originated the festival to ward off ghosts in the face of summers end as the dark winter nights approached. Speaking of Ghosts, sub to my Youtube channel and you'll be automatically notified when my annual Halloween vid drops. It's working title, Ghost, of course.
Thank F*cking God
Because I'm in dire straits.
Sometimes, people spout shit that just makes me want to slap 'em shitless. Andrew Lindeman, a candidate for our local school board fits that bill. Hey, I get we're all descended from African apes, so there's no real indigenous people anywhere, but Andy's line of thought denies human evolution, human migration, and the rise of civilizations and cultures. Wait though, it gets worse, Andy believes if you ain't strong enough to hold on to what you have, you deserve to lose it to whoever can kick your ass, and take it. Well, if that's the case, if you live in a nicer house than I do, I'm going to come kick your ass and move in. In a final blow to sensibility, Andy justifies his beliefs by saying Native Americans ain't victims, we all are. Well, Andy, my shitfilled friend, for someone that wants to set on my schoolboard, read some god damn history.
Nothing for Trump is off limits when it comes to creating division and ridicule, be it a disabled person, a political opponent, a person that done him wrong, a journalist, a woman, or a movement. But damn, throw a little shade his way, and does he get pissed or what? Like it or not, Trump is a master of propaganda, but only to an extent. He can't sell his sarcastic ridicule to most common sense Americans, but he sells it well to those who linger on his every word, who anxiously wait for his next condemnation of whatever, or whoever is next on his list. Trump knows that, and probably little else, and feeds that beast viciously. Not caring what harm he does, Trumps feeds his ego, that's what's important to him. It gives him life, it gives him meaning. I get Trump, I do, but what I don't get are his followers, those that defend him, those that hang on his every word. I can't help but wonder if there's something there, in Trump, that gives their lives meaning. I don't believe it's a matter of being entertained, probably more a matter of finding some kind of misplaced value in their lives. Like Trump, it's all about them. Not about America. Not about freedom, or equality, just them.
Just so you know, the weather effects your mood. You might have known that, but do you know why? Take for an example, a Hurricane comes along and wipes out your life, you get depressed a bit. It's because you haven't seen the sun for 48 hours and you lack the refreshing qualities of vitamin D. I would have thought it would have been because everything I've worked for was gone. What do I know, tho', I've been living with wet, cold rain for the last week, winters around the corner, and I'm using the abrupt weather change as an excuse to not rake my lawn. Weathers good for making excuses too.
When I was a kid, I was marked for life, scarred I say. I've carried that scar on my left shoulder all my life. That scar saved countless hundreds of thousands of lives, and resides as a triumph of science over disease and death. But sometimes, science is stupid, people are stupider, like someone declaring they can splice Smallpox back together using fragments of DNA. Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should, right? Doesn't mean you will, right? So why have the conversation? Hell, I'm not even sure we have a vaccine for smallpox these days, it's been eradicated since the early eighties, but know what, we'll probably learn the hard way.
Turns out, snails and other creepy crawlers ain't much different then us humans when wanting a little physical love. In the case of the snail, the male sperm is loaded with nutrients. That's right, food! Christ, sometimes the images that come with a simple statement are overwhelming, and I just can't. All I got left is, 'Hon, I'm good for Burger King'. Shhesh, eating at the same time you're having sex. Snails! Gotta love nature.
WTF? Is there a literal revolving door between Fox and the White White House? I mean, like holy shit, isn't it bothersome that our President considers Fox the only news channel in existence, being a regular call in to Fox and Friends. Then there's the nightly line up, where evening hosts do nothing but give props to the PG in chief. So why would it be a surprise that Foxes Bill Shine got a job in the Administration, and Hope Hicks just landed a job with Fox? It's like a great big circle jerk, with Mama Democracy watching and weeping.
Can you Guess
the Republican in this MN local debate for a house seat? Hmmm, let me see who has a a sense of aggressive entitlement and is dismissive of the women next to him. Why, by golly, that's Duane Quam there on the left, the incumbent, running against Jamie Mahlberg Look, I don't know the history behind the clip, don't know what was being talked about, but context aside, the short clip speaks volumes about white male entitlement, or maybe Duane's just a complete jerk who doesn't have an iota of respect. You decide, Vote!
We are a Nation that allows individual beliefs, and perhaps that's why history keeps repeating and we find ourselves politically, where we are today. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not a Nazi sympathizer, in fact I'm disgusted by their beliefs, and their actions, but they're a necessary evil, reminding us all of the darkness that lurks in the hearts of some. There will always live among us those who would see themselves as better than their neighbor, willing to subject those who they believe to be less, to degradation, while maintaining privilege and oversight. Names, labels may change through the years, but the base intent to assert dominance over others, in some form, in some fashion does not. Life is not perfect, we all face personal challenges, but to deny a decent life to one because their beliefs are different, their skin color different, is a tragic step back into our past. America is great because of our diversity, because the best tasting stew comes when everything is thrown into the pot.
Like it or not, deny it if you want, but the train is chugging down the tracks in our direction. Doesn't matter if it's man made, or a natural cycle, that locomotive is pulling into town, and if we're not gathered and prepped to greet it, we're screwed. If there's anybody out there, and there's a lot of 'em, that doesn't think our weather is changing to the extreme, they're blind, they're deaf, or probably thinking God will take care of 'em. Doesn't matter anymore if climate change is a natural cycle or if it's man made, it's real, and we should be addressing it on all fronts, and we're running out of time. Of course, you can view the 2030 date as a scare tactic, but my kids, my grandkids will be alive in 2030, 40 and 50, and I'd like them to have a somewhat decent planet where they, and their children can live their lives out.
Just Like That,
It is Friday.
And because I'm a hard working government employee, I've got a three day weekend. That makes me happy. Know what else makes me happy? I'm officially under the one year mark till retirement.
51 weeks and counting.
Remember the movie, The Birds, where they go bat shit crazy and start attacking people in a small town. The people of Gilbert, Mn, a small, quaint rural community up near the Canadian border are living the story that the rest of us believed to be nothing but bad fiction. Seems that their favorite food, berries, have fermented early, way before most of the bird population migrates south, making for flocks of drunk birds. Kinda like what shows up on my bird feed on twitter. Funny though, how life imitates art at times.
WTF is reality anyway? For most of us, it's our small individual corner of the universe, a world influenced by external sources such as media. Other than that, we don't think much about the bigger picture. Back in the day when I was a young one, we didn't have any media out on the prairie, 'cept maybe an old yellowed newspaper that arrived weeks late, and was more useful for wiping our ass. So our universe was small, real small. I've seen it grow quite a bit, and that's a good thing. People are more connected with each other, but there's some people in the world starting to ask, what else are we connected to, and why? Who are we, who am I, are eternal questions, and the more I read about it, the more I'm tending to believe that reality might be manufactured, and that's bothersome. So much so, I've started looking for the source code, and when I find it, shit's going to change.
Imagine being a famous porn star and walking into a frat house. That takes balls, balls most men don't have. Given current events with Kavanaughs early college behavior, the #metoo movement, and the social impression that most of us have regarding frat houses, Tasha Reigns has some grandes bolas. She's also smart. I don't think a woman, not involved in the porn Industry, could walk into any frat house in America to talk about sex and respect, and be listened to. I'm guessing they listened, I would have, hell, I still am. I've always believed if you want shit to change, you go to the source, and for some reason that's thinking outside the box, and it shouldn't be.
Who Would Do Such a Thing?
I don't care how good the economy is doing, how great our foreign policy is, don't care that we destroyed ISIS. A lot of people out there are capable of doing those things, and not shatter our Nation to smithereens in the process. That's what Trump is doing. My problem isn't with his policies, it's with his character. Simple!
I'm not willing to see our Country split, divided and shit on for an extra buck or two an hour.
To stand there and accuse Democrats of destroying Brett Kavanaugh, and then turn around and shamefully destroy Christine Ballsy Ford, after calling her a credible witness is beyond shameful.
Imagine, riding a elevator to a luxurious hotel in space. Apparently the physics are doable and China's looking to get it done by 2045. While the cost is enormous, 10 billion, which really means fifty times that, it'd reduce the cost of putting something in space from 3500 a pound to 25 greenbacks a pound, which means it'd only cost me about 4,300 to hitch a ride. Yeah, I'd do it! Then again, I've been stuck in an elevator before, and what happens if the cables snap? As long as they issue parachutes, I guess I'd risk it.
The Human mind is a great and amazing thing, if it's even a thing. I'm suspecting these days, it is more than just a thing we think with. Like any tool, the more you use it, the better you get at using it, and you often come up with different ways to use it. A hammer is a good example. Thing is, up to now, the brain has been pretty much internalized, meaning you can't reach out to things and others by using the brain without your extremities, until just yesterday. Now it happens, that our military has learned to control drones using the mind alone, and I thought that was just cool and wonderful till I read they needed to plant a chip in the brain. Like if you can control a drone with a chip in your brain, ever think someone might be able to dictate your behavior via the chip. And then there are those fucking hackers!
I don't play the lottery, cuz my luck sucks! Although, I have been lucky twice, back in the day. Once, I lobbed a random, half hearted softball into a milk jug at a county fair and walked away with a big ass bear. I gave it to gal who I was with, and she fell in love with me and stole my heart. Thirty years later the bear is gone, just like all the blankets when I lay my head down to pillow. The second time, I was setting in a bar, and down to my last dollar, and I still wanted to drink. I spent the buck on a scratch off, and won 75 big ones, and ended up with a hellacious hangover. So yeah, that's why I don't play the lottery, I've used my luck up. I ain't Irish.
Seriously, there are those groups of individuals that have orgies while dressed in bunny costumes? Horse suits? I'm betting that people pick out their costumes based on their self perceived perceptions? Now, about that horse suit. Or maybe they just want to stay anonymous, but hell, when it comes to couples, one of 'em always talks. I don't know, I like sex while I'm bare ass'd naked, prefer the wife that way too, but doesn't always work out that way. Just seems like a waste of time and money to dress up for sex, but to each their own. Btw, I also like to know who I'm having sex with, and Jessica Rabbit would be a game changer,
I love technology. Love how we've evolved in some respects, others not so much. Can't help but wonder what tomorrows world wide web is going to look like, I don't have any doubts it's going to get highly individualistic, extremely personal. So what about privacy? All that personal, intellectually, and emotional data? Well, if this dude gets his way, you won't have a problem. You know as well as I do, that profit motivates our netscape, and the profit that generates generously? Your data. Privacy is a double edged sword, there are those hiding behind their anonymity, who should wither in the sprout of sunshine. I don't know where it's going to end up, it'll be interesting, but it'll never be the best it was, back in the wild days.
I'm going to sing and dance to the fading purple haze while listening to the Star Spangled Banner.
Have good one.
The Value of Balance
I stood before a judge once. An old judge. One who mumbled, and slobbered, spittle running from his mouth, and hard of hearing to boot. While I received justice, it was clear to everyone in his courtroom, his best days as a fair and impartial judge were in his days past. Justice is a funny thing, it's not always fair and balanced as much as we'd like to believe it to be. It can't be be. We're humans, we're fallible, we make mistakes. Judges, Prosecutors, Defense attorneys, and jury's are all comprised of people with preconceived thoughts and emotions, and all struggle to balance those with what is right, the right decision based on facts presented. I do not believe a person reaches a conclusion in a court of law based upon their political leanings, but on facts, through argument, and deliberation.
I do not know what the truth is in accusations toward Judge Kavanaugh, but I have heard enough to believe in an investigation of accusations. More than that, after watching his testimony, I believe that he simply cannot be impartial, cannot be fair if he believes the accusations against him are a conspiracy put forth, without providing evidence, without demanding an investigation into the facts. I'm bothered too, by his temperament, by his indignant lack of respect toward those who oppose his nomination. If Judge Kavanaugh holds such disrespect for those who seek the truth of the accusations made toward his character, I do not believe he'll show the needed respect for those issues which come before him as a Supreme court justice. That facts, that valued arguments, that deliberation of those things upon which our scales of justice are balanced, simply won't matter.
Apparently, NASA is planning on returning to the moon in eleven years. That'd be 2029 by my calculations. Their plan is to establish some sort of permanency on, and around the moon. Senator Ted Cruz, who chairs some subcommittee asked why it was taking so long? The answer, 'Because we ain't got no fucking money!' I get it, NASA and me, we got a lot in common, big dreams, toys I'm going to buy, places I'm going to see, when I win the powerball. It ain't ever a question of if, but when, and it better happen long before 2029 cuz who can enjoy shit when you're dead and gone, but that'd be my luck.
So, turns out, octopi like to get high, turns them into more sociable creatures of the deep. If you ever find yourself floating in the deep blue, make sure you have a couple tabs of ecstasy with you, and you'll have friends to frolic with among the waves. Wonder if molly makes 'em hungry though? That might be a problem. My dog likes to smoke here and there, and she gets hungry, so I feed her, otherwise she'll eat my couch. No doubt, octopuses might be different, but their feeding habits probably change when they're stoned. By the way, who thinks up experiments like this? Gotta be some laid back stoned scientist dude who was looking for a government research grant.
Your vision of Hell probably includes visions of fire storms and raining brimstone, and there's a reason for that. With six of ten people believing bad people go to a bad place, we want to make sure people have second thoughts before doing something evil. Looking around, I don't think it's working, but it's a nice thought that bad people will spend their eternity roasting. I'm good with that. I'd like to think that personally I'm not headed in that direction, but I've done some stupid shit, not real bad shit, just stupid, so I'm thinking I'll end up on a beach in Hell, where I can set in the shade and just watch other lost souls burn in the lake. Might be better than flying around playing a harp all day, at least I'll be entertained.
We now have the ability to kill every living mosquito in existence. We can literally plant a time bomb in their genes that will pass from parent to offspring, killing every one of the son of bitches. Of course, we'd fuck up the ecosystem, and predicting the extent of that fuck up is hard to do, but there would be some repercussions. It's nice to know we have the option, and I'm thinking there's other places we could use the technology, there are some people who shouldn't have kids, but I'd never suggest that, but it might be the humane thing to do. As I think about it, I'm betting the military could weaponize the technology, and no, I don't want to think about that. Scary stuff!
Rules! You gotta love them. Like the rule that governs the formation of our universe. But rules are meant to broken by the young and rebellious, and that ain't a bad thing. Like the rule that says other dimensions have to form their Universes just like ours. From a common sense perspective, that's like saying all cultures here at home have to evolve the same way. Didn't happen! From what I see, given our particular set of physics, there's an awful lot of diversity spread out across our Universe. I'd tend to think the same applies to dimensions outside ours, and that means life might have populated some of those parallel Universes. What's bothersome is, that we might be being visited by aliens from our our Universe, and aliens from another Universe, and if you throw in that ghosts might be real, along with demons from hell, it's like why can't everybody just leave us the fuck alone. It's hard enough to keep our shit straight as it is.
Myth, fable or fact, believe what you will, but there's a singular truth when it comes to Atlantis, there's a lot of people looking, and there's three times as many that want 'em to find it. I got hooked way back when Edgar Cayce wrote the famed city would reemerge from the depths of the Atlantic off the coast of Bermuda. I'm not sure what the fascination is, could be we want to believe we once were capable of so much more, and better, it might be, that once we find it, we'll be able to return to the glory of yesteryear. I've heard so many theories about it's location over the years, and this new one is just as plausible as the rest.
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War is a horrible thing, and good people do horrible things, and their history haunts them forever. I 'spect most people are not familiar with the My Lai massacre, the brutal murder of Vietnamese women, children and old men. After all, 1968 is a lifetime ago.
In all that carnage, one man stepped up, and put himself between American soldiers and innocent civilians. Hugh Thompson. American Hero. Forgotten.
I don't know what war does to some men to make them animals, I hope I don't ever have to find out, but there's another side to that coin that brings out the best in some people. Unfortunately, it took 30 years for our Army to recognize his bravery, and yet today this hero goes unheard of, while the names of those who committed the mass murders are front and center in the history books of war.
Take a minute, read what this man did, the position and danger he put himself in, and how it affected his life. An American Hero is worth a minute of your time, I would hope.
A long time ago, a strange little animal named Dickinsonia roamed the earth, making it the oldest known member of the animal kingdom. What I find interesting is that it looks like a fossil of a leaf, but the damn think still contains fat molecules which scientists were able to extract and identify. I don't know how that works, since a fossil is essentially a rock, but it's interesting. As I think about it, I can't help but wonder if we can extract fat molecules from stone, can we extract 'em from the people that use the little go carts in Wal Mart?
It's Simply a Good Thing, Friday is.
Because I need to escape down the rabbit hole.
120 bucks for an hour fling with a sex robot huh? Damn, that's tempting but this old man wants to know, Can she run her hands through what hair I got left, Whisper sweet words into my ear, and Snuggle up real close with her hand gently at rest over my heart, and Offer words of soothing comfort when my dick fails. I have some serious concerns too, like can I catch the clap? Do I need a tube or two of KY Jelly? What if her grip malfunctions while she's stroking my manhood? And does she talk? Hell, that's too many questions, and the massage parlor down the street is closer than Houston, and 5 bucks cheaper, or so I've been told.
Back in the day, when I learned about Helen Keller, I remember being absolutely astonished how one person could overcome all the shit life threw at 'em and come out on the other end with grace and good will. Texas however, doesn't think that's a lesson worth teaching their young ones. Their thinking, Helen Keller doesn't represent the concept of citizenship. Truth is, it's probably because she was outspoken, believed in a womens right to vote, and was a socialist. Convince me otherwise!
I've got no idea how a burning hole just happens? I'm hoping Satan just didn't pass a bit of gas, that'd be problematic, yet I'm sure there are those who are going to point out that's exactly what it is. Just as mystifying to me is the dynamics of the hole, three feet deep with a sharp 45 degree turn at the bottom, and a temp in the hole once the fire was out, of 780 degrees, and it appeared in some dudes backyard out of nowhere down the way of Arkansas. Might be hell is starting to burst forth, but I'm glad its happening south of me. With winter fast approaching though, if it happens on my little lot, I might think about setting around a naturally made campfire, beer in hand, when it's twenty below.
Jerks! Know why they're jerks? Because they don't possess the self introspection to know they're being jerks. Apparently, a new research paper is currently being peer reviewed in a scientific publication, with research showing people are fairly well knowledgeable of their behavior except for when they're being jerks. But I gotta ask, how do you define what a jerk is? I might be a jerk to someone, might be a jerk when I'm drinking, might be one when I'm in a bad mood. Could even be a jerk when I'm jerking off. Who the fuck knows? But you gotta love science!
In a rare attempt to fight the invading alien sun gods, the FBI has mysteriously raided their temple of subterfuge, the Sunspot Solar Observatory. Stuck out in the middle of nowhere, New Mexico, the observatory was surrounded by a battalion of FBI agents and black helicopters. Alien Sun Gods were rounded up, placed in custody, or flat out told to go home. When asked by reporters what was going on, MIB replied with 'What are you talking about?' or a simpler 'Nothing to see here, move along'. Updated reports are forthcoming here.
The Cost of Honesty
Most of us value our sense of honesty, and we're acutely aware that our moral sense of being honest with ourselves, and with others, bears a cost. I've always believed there's a moral obligation, or at least some connection, to my personal honesty, and I struggle to see that in todays social and political arena. To be blunt, I'm not going to lie just to get my way. I'm not perfect, I've a shit load of mistakes in my past, but I own up to 'em. Most people accept my mistakes, because they got their own. I get people will judge me, I'm fine with that, simply because I'm the harshest judge their is. I've also done some real stupid shit, that I keep real close to my vest, because there's a lot of shame. I get that! But when that shame comes to light, you have to own it, bar the consequences. Hiding it, lying about it, is a soul eater, and someone with half a soul is a damaged person.
is different from fact, way different, and yet the same. When it's ten below zero, that's a fact, but to some, the truth is ten below is nice weather, they enjoy the cold crap. Yes, you can have your own belief systems, as long as they are based in facts, the two go hand in hand, like Easter and eggs. Having personal truths based on unknown facts is even acceptable as long as you're willing to change your truth once facts come to light. It stands to reason a person would re-evaluate their beliefs if facts arose contradicting their truths. That doesn't happen, because the power of personal belief is way stronger than fact. Yes facts can be argued, can be viewed in differing context, and can even change. It's a hell of a lot harder to change ones belief system. And that's a fact, and my personal truth!
Mr. Porns PSA
Hey young studs, Mr Porn has a message for you.
Yep, I had some time on my hands this weekend, so I did a vid, enjoy, and stop by my YTC for other great content
I don't watch Thomas and Friends, a kid show for preschoolers, because I'm, well all growed up. More growed up then Dana Loesch who had to go on a vile rant about the shows inclusion of diversity, by somehow calling out the kids show as being racist. Racist against white people? Then why the KKK hoods? All I got out of watching her bitch about toy trains is that she's really stupid, and reaching out to people for help. That's my best guess anyway. Unfortunately, the only people who can help her are her viewers, and they ain't exactly the brightest cars on the rails.
Who Do Ya Love?
Why, the God Friday, of course.
For some of us, who we love today,
might change Monday morning.
Have a good weekend.
Ever wonder how people toss little things like facts aside if the facts don't agree with their belief systems? It's actually pretty simple, because when like minded idiots get together, they give each other a lot of positive reinforcement, and who doesn't like to be on that end of the stick? Thing is, about tossing facts aside, is that doing so seriously limits your natural curiosity. Indeed, why would anyone question anything about the world they live in if they already have the answers? The bottom line is that you're never going to win an argument with someone who has a closed mind, with someone who is never going to be willing to expand their horizons, they won't listen, they won't explore other possibilities, simply because they relish the the thought of being right, and that gives them a sense of well being and perfection.
Bribe, no matter how you cut the deck. Paying another country to do something you want done, is a bribe. In this case, paying Mexico 20 mil to deport foreigners passing through on their way to America is a bribe. I'll go one step further, it's an outright scam because Trump is going to forfeit paying the money when the bill comes due, then turn around and claim Mexico is paying for the wall, then when no one is looking, he'll pay the bill. Most normal, right minded people will refuse to believe that an honorable person would do such a thing, and their mistake is the word honorable. And so it goes in Trumps version of the world.
Whats the point in developing a medicine? To help someone out, or to just make a huge, greedy fucking profit? I get profit, I like profit, but not at the expense of my soul. Raising the price of a needed medicine by 400%, and justifying the increase as a moral obligation to his shareholders is beyond humane. Know what, reading the story, you almost feel sorry for the guy, I mean, it sounds like his company is struggling. I'm betting the CEO brings in a pretty hefty salary though, a lot more than those who need his meds. So, as far as I'm concerned he's a sad little motherfucking crybaby who blames everyone else for his failures.
We all have secrets, even the rich and powerful. Some secrets are easy to keep, and others, like hiding an alien saucer might be a bit harder. Stands to reasonable belief that you'd need a big ass place to hide something like that, so a hanger makes sense. If somebody wandered by my place and asked if I had a dead body in my garage, I'd open my garage door and let them look around, just to prove they were full of shit. Unless..., well you get the picture. So Bob, why not open your garage door and let me peek around? You've always been a believer, so what's up with hiding aliens in your garage?
Christ! For someone whose first computer was a Commodore +4 back in the 80's I consider myself somewhat literate in all things computer related. But this block chain bullshit I don't get. Maybe all I need to know is that it's fool proof, that once a transaction is made, there's always an original, and you can't fuck with it. It's permanent, and it'll never get lost. I guess that's not a bad thing. I guess the way to look at it is, it's a filing cabinet. I wonder how long it'll take me to scan 40 years of shit I've accumulated and filed in my filing cabinets and upload 'em? Then I'm thinking I can't find anything now, and I'm betting I won't be able to find anything in the block chain world either, cuz that's how filing systems work. They just hide everything.
Feeling off a bit, in a fog? Might be that your blood needs to be realigned with universal time. How's it work? If you're always running late, it might not be because your disorganized, or just plain lazy, but more likely due to your internal clock running late. The good news is that you can test your blood to see if your personal clock needs to be reset, the bad news is, you'll actually start showing up for work on time. Personally, I'm always running late, and that's cuz my wristwatch has been broken since Y2K, so I'm always on body time.
I've got no problem with a pole dancer welcoming preschoolers to their first day of school. I get some people might be offended, but it's actually a pretty smart idea to get dads interested in their children's education. Think how many dads would show up at their kids conferences if Stormy Daniels was putting on a show. You just gotta love education, always pushing the boundaries in search of teaching exciting new things and ideas.
As a small time YouTuber, this read has me scared. Maybe I don't want one of my videos to go viral, I'm not sure I could handle the time and stress that would be involved. That said, I'd cash a big ass check to find out, do a shot, a couple of shots of good tequila, and figure it out. I suppose it's like winning the lottery, broke AF yesterday, millions today, and unknown friends climbing out of the woodwork, then broke and lonesome tomorrow. That all said, I'd still like to see how I handle it, cuz, like, I do have a plan, and I'm waiting patiently.
I've accidentally got in the wrong car, and when I was really young, stupid and high as a kite, walked in an open apartment right next door to mine, but I'm not a police officer with a gun, quick on the draw. Maybe it's because how builders build homes these days, they all look the same in most middle class neighborhoods. The house on both sides of me look just like mine, with flipped floor-plans and different color siding. Naw, I've never walked into their homes either, so I don't know. Maybe it had something to do with the officer being high as a kite, that's all I can think of. Anyway you cut this stinking cheese, it's just smells of tragedy.
Welcome to my planet, folks.
Enjoy your weekend
don't get into any...
Ever hear the one about the monkey that walks into a bar with a knife and orders a rum and coke? Neither had I, but now you can watch it. A larger question at hand, that I personally have about this horrifying situation, is why did the monkey attack only the men? Or are women not allowed in Brazilian bars? But monkeys are? And how many bars have you been to where butcher knives are just laying around for a drunk monkey to grab? I won't question why the monkey was served, but where do you find a bar where the bartender speaks monkeynese?
Fifty years ago a black women and a white guy locked lips for the first time on television. I don't necessarily remember how it was reported, don't remember if there was any outrage, or protests from the KKK. I do remember watching it years on and not even thinking about it, in fact I wasn't aware of the history there till many years later. But Holy Shit, these days, you'd think Star Trek never set an introductory foundation to how people of differences could not only live together, but prosper. Just because time moves forward, doesn't mean people do, in fact sometimes, some people move backward defying the laws of physics. How does that work?
Gotta love duct tape! Right there with the safety pin for women, duct tape for a man is the worlds greatest contribution to his tool box. A man without a half used roll in his toolbox ain't a man cuz he's never fixed anything. If you don't believe me, ask the astronauts on the space station. When a small, dust sized particular slammed into their ship creating a hole, how'd they fix it? With duct tape, of course. So keep a roll in your car, in your home, and ladies, it might not be a bad idea to keep a roll in your purse, just for those times you don't have a safety pin.
Why that's the pot calling the kettle black, and I'm smiling at the irony. Just follow my train of thought here. Trump has made more than several disparaging remarks about people in public, and especially in his tweets, so what do you think he says about people in private? Yeah, not so hard to believe he's actually a lot more vile in his private conversations. That's human nature, right? Most of us, keep our vile comments close to breast and chest, unless we go full anonymous on social media. So yes, Trump probably is the Antichrist.
With 10 minutes of foreplay and 9 minutes of actual screwing, the average time couples are having sex is kinda disappointing, but in my case when you multiply it 4 or five times a day, the numbers get more awesome, and I suspect that's true of most people. Truth is, 20 minutes of sex just doesn't seem right, especially if you're only having sex once a week, if that? Based on experience, having sex distorts time and reality, 30 seconds seems like an eternity for me, and well, 15 seconds for my wife, so I'm not sure how you can measure that distortion, but I like the eternity concept.
is this? I sure as hell don't know, but I can't find evidence of photo-shopping in the pic, then again, I'm not an expert. It's low in the sky tho', and I find it hard to believe there's no other pictures, or reports. Maybe because they're invisible to everybody except those who they want to see them, or maybe there's a government conspiracy, or maybe we just all wanna believe there's something out there in reality that's better than us.
in the afterlife looks like it's going to start becoming a problem, maybe especially so for the living. I got no problem with someone recreating a human being after they've passed, then downloading their personality into the robot, but it's kind of creepy. There might be some people I want to stay dead, I ain't saying. What if they did it to a live person, that'd be some awesome identity theft. Personally, when I go, I'll be needing the sleep so I'm amending my last wishes right here, let me alone, I'm tired.
On a cool spring morning the day after Easter, the sun rose over a a makeshift city of white canvas tents that were the homes of 1200 striking mine workers, their wives and their children. Beneath the rough wood floors of the tents, men had dug pits into which they and their families could quickly jump, seeking safety when random shots were fired into their canvass homes by Colorado Fuel & Irons (CFI) company guards. These same guards, with CFI knowledge had also converted a sedan into an armored vehicle with a mounted M1895 machine gun, appropriately named the Death Special, and was used on a daily basis to terrorize the striking workers and their families along with the random sniper shootings.
Read the full article, you might have a deeper appreciation for labor day.
The Bleacher Report has released it's NFL power rankings and the Vikings set in the number one spot. Most football fans would love to see their favorite team high up the list, but occupying the top spot, that's God's mountain top, man. Thing is, it's not only lonely at the top, God has a pretty good sense of irony, and likes his space so I'm not putting a lot of faith in being ranked number one. I'd actually be fine with 4th or 5th, in the hunt, my eyes set on being number one in the 16th week. Number one, Super bowl Sunday, 2018, sounds even better.
3 Day Weekend
Traditionally the end of summer, the day honors working class Americans, of which I am. Therefore I intend to honor myself with a couple shots of tequila as soon as I get off work, and if you'd like me to do one in your honor, I'm up for that.
Stands to reason that if plants talk, so do trees. Turns out that our forests are full of chattering wood, with the old trees leading the conversation. How do they do it? Through a symbiotic relationship with fungi that has threads linking trees together by their roots, providing water, nutrients, and warnings of disease. Once again nature shows the interdependency of all things, and as much as we humans like to tout our individuality, the bottom line is, we wouldn't be here without trees. So appreciate your trees.
Could our digital devices run the world better then we can? That's an interesting question, let me think about it. Hmmm, I get up when my phone sounds, watch what Netflix suggests, buy what Amazon thinks I need, believe facts generated by my favorite news site, and cook up a recipe based on my past searches. Not to mention all the targeted ads on social media!
K, I gotta think about this a little bit more. If I didn't have to listen to politicians, if there was no war, if everyone was fed, and there were no medical bills, in addition to the above, hmmmm,
Would I still have to go to work?
about people sometimes. Maybe letting AI rule the day wouldn't be a bad thing when you read about two women handing off a blunt to their toddlers, while they're snapchatting. The only redeeming act is that someone notified the police, who promptly took the kids away and arrested the women. I can't help but wonder what possesses anyone to think that having kids, especially under 4, light up and getting lit is OK, and then snapchatting it. I'd like to attribute it to some serious mental health issues but it's probably more a case that they're just a couple of low life's smoking some cheap, bad shit from the moment they get up to the moment they lie their heads down to sleep.
Earlier this year, Trump signed a series of Executive Orders severely limiting Federal unions. EO 13836 for example directed federal agencies to renegotiate existing contracts and fast track those negotiations through. 13837 effectively hamstrung the unions right to fairly represent their members.
And so on and so forth. The EOs were meant to kill, or best, severely limit workers rights to representation, and to renegotiate existing contracts to the benefit of Trumps government. What a putz, huh? A federal judge must have thought so because he struck the EO's down.
I've got my problems with unions, but I'm cognizant of their history, that men and women really, seriously died at the hands of greedy, corporate fucks back in the day, so I'll take this win.
It's killing you, because, for the fourth straight year in the row, sexual transmitted diseases have ejaculated through the roof, and to make things worse, some of the drugs we use to treat the clap, just ain't working anymore. Here's a fact, of all industrialized nations, we have the highest rate of STDs. Good lord, last year, cases of the clap in men almost doubled. So if you wake up tomorrow morning and your dick has fell of and is laying beside ya all shriveled, and dried up, you can't say I didn't warn you.
Women and men are different. We might be two halves of the same rock, or we might be two completely different species that resemble each other. I tend toward the latter. Where women tend to think about the need for toilet paper before hand, men only think about toilet paper when it's actually needed. That and, when men come home from work, they go fishing with the expectation that when they come home, their better half is right ready to fry up their catch, and there better be a damn good supply of toilet paper. But what men don't understand, is that women are patient, and are willing for whatever reason, to work toward making men more like women. I mean, after thirty some years of marriage, I now check for toilet paper, I no longer fish, I'm a pretty good cook and I'm apt to vacuum when I see it's needed. All without being told. Devious, huh?
From the headline you'd think that smoking a little bud leads to schizophrenia, but what the read really claims is that those who suffer from early onset are likely to smoke some bud to ease the pain of the disease. As someone who has a close association with mental health issues, and especially schizophrenia, I can tell you that self medication is prevalent in those fighting to retain a semblance of reality. What I was, and am a witness to, is tragic, heartbreaking, and leaves me questioning a lot of things. One of the things I don't question is why those suffering self medicate. What I do question is why some people who should know better are unable to understand or look for underlying causes in young adults who do self medicate. That drives me frickin' insane.
I just can't. It's like Trump really wants to push this shit out there that he's the Saviour of the world, so he lends credence to the lunatics that are pushing Qanon by meeting them in the oval office. All I got left is a face plant into my keyboard. Trump is going to push every button he possible can to drive the nation into total lunacy, and he's succeeding, and if that's not evidence of treason, I don't know what else is.
Sounds like another good idea by NASA to establish human permanency around the moon. Not on the moon, but around it. I'm good with establishing a human presence in space, that could also be used as a gateway to Mars. My problem is, I've heard dozens of good proposals over the decades, and it's all talk. When I was a young un, I believed we'd have all kinds of cool shit in space by the time I was an adult. But no, we've sputtered, hell, just plain stopped shooting people all over space, almost like there was some kind of organized conspiracy.
It's a Good Thing,
Here's John Fogerty and ZZ Top fucking around.
Just when I think life can't throw anymore shit my way, I find out that grabbing a quick kiss can be fatal. Apparently there's a little burrowing insect that see's our lovely faces as lunch tables, and after eating it does what all living things do, defaecate. On our faces! That's a new image for facials, one I can't wipe away, and if you happen to rub that shit into the wound left by bug's feast, you're infected. And anybody you kiss is going to die a horrible death, maybe, kinda.., I'm not sure on that part, but what the hell, getting shit on is bad enough, isn't it?
Fascinating that any level of intelligence or education doesn't influence some peoples ability to think outside, and believe outside the proverbial box. Al Worden, one of few who have flown to the moon, seems to fit that mold. At the end of a short interview on Good Morning Britain, Al claimed the we're all decedents of far off aliens who came to Sumeria. If you haven't studied the controversies around this, don't laugh! It's damn interesting, and this old man is open minded to the possibilities, specially because my DNA is just different. Don't know how? I just feel it, and it ain't my cat brushing by my leg.
Mysterious and unknown, Steve streaks through the sky with a purplish blush. Stretching hundreds of miles, what Steve is, is anyones guess, but those who have seen it claim it's a sight to behold. As smart as we like to think we are, it's kind of nice to know we don't have answers for everything, but we'll study Steve, keep an eye on him, gather all kinds of data, and eventually some smart science dude or dudette will popularize a theory that'll lead to answers. In the meantime, stay awesome Steve.
All I know is, if God exists, so does the devil, you can't have one with out the other. If you ask me if Satan can move in and take over someone, possess their mind, body and soul, I'd have to answer in the affirmative. Thing is, why would the devil do so, and than act like the village idiot, spewing, and cussing, and twitching? I'd think he could do far more evil being devious in his disguise. I mean, I'd possess someone high and mighty, someone whose already a bit corrupt, someone with a golden head of straw. Yeah, I could do some damage. I'm thinking we should use the old scientific method of verifying those who are possessed, anyone got some bottled water?
or money, or fun, or whatever, but I'm guessing Corona's investment of four billion in a Canadian cannabis company, Canopy Growth is for a reason. In the near future look for some Corona Maui Wowie with a splice of lime on your liquor store shelf. Personally, I like my weed shades of green, and my beer basically yellow. I won't drink green beer, but ya'll know I'll try one, if only a sip, and it might be so good it's addicting, or so bad that I'll slap someone silly when they ask what Maui Wowie is.
Turns 50 this August, and for this old fuck, that's mind blowing because it seems just like yesterday, but yesterday is really so far away. Who would of thought that a seven minute song, with 240 uses of the word 'nah' would ever creep into the global mindset of what makes good music. But that's what the Beatles did, make not only good music, but great, transformational music. There are times, literally, I'll think I'll take this sad song and make it better. Words to live by.
Interesting that 3500 years ago, Egyptians had wrote down the process for a pregnancy test, at a time when western civilization was still wondering what caused it. Hell, they knew about Kidneys, and were big on Astrology. So I got to thinking, Egyptians, back in the day, were pretty smart cats, they knew their barley from their wheat, but I can't figure out who took the time to piss in a bag of both, to establish a pregnancy test. Like, who has that kind of time on their hands, then again, there wasn't much to do back then except build pyramids.
Back in the old days, when Christians were being fed to the lions and men fought to the death, the only rule that existed was to to show blood and guts, and lots of it. People in the audience loved showing up for the brutality of it all on Sunday afternoons. 2,000 years later, WTF, there's so many damn rules it's ruining the spectacle. I was OK with eliminating all the blood and guts, but saying that you gotta keep your head up as your flying through the atmosphere, or some shit like that, is weird. Personally, I think it's the NFL's way to punish players for kneeling during the opening anthem, but what do I know, I don't watch that much anymore because I don't have an entire Sunday to waste away anymore, and that's just if I wanna watch one game.
Ohhhhh, those wonderful vapes, the alternative to cancer, except now vapors might find themselves mutating into the swamp thing. I've been wondering why my sister's been looking a little weird lately, and now I have my answer. Looks like vaping screws with your DNA, and that's just not a good thing. Then again, if super heroes and villains start popping up all over the place, I might start vaping myself. My sisters kinda already a super hero, but that's another story in itself.
and here's something extra to make the weekend rock.
It ain't all that bad, 'special when the weekend comes rolling round.
Well, that's OK I guess. I wasn't particularly interested in Trump making the parade all about him, a draft dodger, anyway. I'm sure there are those who view Trumps parade as being about veterans, but c'mon, every thing's about him. He'd take credit for it, talk about it in his rallys and use it in political ads. Personally, I think there's better ways to show support for our veterans then marching 'em down main street in front of the White House, but damn, I can't think of any, and apparently, neither can our president.
Lurking off the coast of Florida, smack dab in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle sets a strange foreboding enigma that some dude from the Discovery channel, claims is an sunken alien spacecraft. Of course it is! Like what else could it be? Hype for his Show? Nawww, who would do that? The wreck, being over 5,000 years old, is encrusted in coral, and weird in shape with projections radiating from a central hub. When I read that, I identified, immediately with my own abduction experience because that's exactly what the alien probe looked like just before they rammed it up my ass. So, I'm thinking, maybe they finally got proof of the rat bastards
I don't know if Sasquatch exists or not, but I think it's interesting that if he doesn't, there's an awful of people that are running around making up fake footprints, and fake pictures, and fake videos of the big guy. That shit takes a lot of time and effort, with the expectation that you're going to be called an idiot, or worse. Now in defense of Bigfoot, I will say that I can understand, if he exists, why absolute proof hasn't been found. Our forests are huge, and dense. Take a walk through one sometime, let me know how many bears you come across, and if you do, be warned, he's probably hungry.
except when it's not milk, and I don't care what others say. Milk from nuts, ain't milk, even though 'others' call it milk. Milk from my nuts ain't milk, you don't drink that shit do ya? Ok, maybe some do, but those who do are probably those 'others' who just get off drinking milk from nuts. Don't be an 'other', drink real milk, from a cow, or from your mamma's tit. Got it? Geeze... do I gotta tell ya everything?
should be Google's tag-line because apparently they follow us everywhere, even when location is turned off. So why bother with giving us a false sense of privacy? Google probably just wants to make us feel like we're in control, but you and I, we know better, we always have. Just like almighty God who wants us to think we have choices, that free will exists, the reality is, we don't. The truth is, our lives are set in stone, and the next powerball winner is out there, somewhere, and it ain't me, and probably not you. After all, If I had a choice, I would have bought that ticket a long time ago. Sometimes, it all makes perfect sense.
is making some people wealthy, and others thinking they're something they're not, up and coming stars of YouTube. Yeah, I get buying YT views is cheap, but you're paying for nothing, their ain't nobody watching 'cept some snippet of code. I'm a youtuber, and a small one, but I create because it's just something I'm driven to do, I enjoy the entire process and if one of my projects makes you smile, I'm happier for it. No, I don't have a lot of subscribers, and not a lot of views, and I've been at it for a while. While it'd be nice for tons of views and subs to come my way, I want it to happen because people enjoy what I do, even tho' I often struggle how to define what I do. So my suggestion, work at what you do, day in, day out, cuz buying shit, like views and subs, that's just inflating your ego and doesn't do jackshit for your creative juices. Besides, when I like a vid, it's because it interests me, not because how many views it has.
I gotta tell ya, whenever I'm out in public, I'm nervous of what might pop up on my social media feed. That's right, I follow a couple of porn stars, but only because I'm a fan from way back in the 80s, and I figure they need as much help in their golden days as I do in mine. But this old dude doesn't seem to have the same sensibilities as I do, setting in Wendy's, eating a burger in a back booth while scoping out kiddie porn on his laptop. I'm bothered by the fact that Wendy's logo is of a prepubescent redhead, and I'm thinking for that old pervert, that was icing on the cake. Can't make the shit up, if I wanted too.
My brother, Mark, was the victim of a senseless act of violence Wednesday night. As the owner of the Blue Sky Bar and Grill, he was doing what any normal business owner would do, respectably confront an abusive customer who was being rude and obnoxious. A split second later, he found himself holding his guts in as the attacker went on a rampage that was quickly ended by others in the bar. After being airlifted, and spending over four hours in surgery, we got the news he was going to be OK, I finally got to videochat with Mark Thursday evening, and he's doing well. He's an ex Marine, a survivor, and a fighter with a sometimes comical sense of life.
That's why I've been absent, and will be till Tuesday.
If you'd like to help out with medical bills, I've started a GoFundMe page, at least leave a prayer, or a a get well. He'd appreciate it.
Reality is already a mixed bag of nuts when it comes to news, and specifically social media. You can't always believe what you see on FB, twitter and the like, even though there are people who view most of what appears in their feeds as god given truth. And with the advent of 'DeepFakes', videos of people saying shit they never said, of doing shit they never did, it's going to get a lot worse to figure out where the truth is. What I find fascinating is how the technology started. In porn! Yep, once again we find porn leading the pack. Somewhere, someone thought it'd be cool to place a celebrity in a porn shoot. Back in the day, it was pretty obvious, not so much anymore. So please remember, when you see this old man banging some young thing, it ain't real, as much as I'd like it to be.
Dr. Fantastico and his Amazing Candy Bar
Try one, it'll make your day.
Yes. It's Friday
or your Friday, I'm working the weekend, so it sucks to be me.
But come Tuesday, I'm like a Bat outta Hell.
Art is an amazing concept of the human mind and everything we create has a foundation in that concept. From the buildings that populate our cities to the exhibits that hang on a museum wall. Art is reflective of our dreams, our interpretations, our desires, and our ideas of beauty. Ever wonder if that concept is embedded in our DNA, or is it a social construct? Why did early humans paint on cave walls? Were they trying to convey information, or were they simply painting a pastoral scene from their day? I don't know, but I'm glad that tens of thousands of years ago, some cave person decided to mix some charcoal past together and slap an imprint on their cave wall. Doing so gave us all something we relish as being a good thing, except for maybe deepfakes.
I'm conflicted on the ban that Apple, YouTube and Facebook placed on Alex Jones. On one side of the balance, I'm all about free speech. The other side is that free speech has to come with some accountability. I'm not so sure that free speech gives you the right to degrade someone in public, to spread lies and deceit with the sole intent to cause harm and division. You can't falsely yell 'Fire' in a crowded room for a reason. One, it's a lie, and two, the results could lead to bodily harm. That all said, our right to free speech is a basic right, the right to speak your mind, to state your beliefs, even if they are hateful and divisive. What I do find interesting is the fact that conservatives are blasting the actions as a war on free speech. You know, the same guys that are claiming business owners have the right to refuse service to anyone. Well, what's good for the goose, is good for the gander, whatever a gander is.
Our media isn't perfect. It's also not Fake. If it were, you'd have to apply that bullshit to the BBC, the AP and Reuters, along with a host of other media. You'd have to disregard hurricane warnings, sports scores, and local news. Hearing something you don't like, doesn't make it untrue. With 33,000 journalists at work here in the USA, I'd have a hard time believing they're all part of a grand conspiracy to lie to us, to make shit up on a daily basis. If they were, well that's what I'd call a really deep state of affairs. The larger truth is that our media can be biased, can slant stories to get their readers fired up. Fox does it with their opinionated political commentators all the time. That's completely different from their news organization. When it comes to CNN, from what I read, they don't have to make shit up, Trump does it for them.
There are small things in life that make me smile and there are really big things that make me leap for joy. Hearing that Patrick Stewart is returning to CBS all Access as John Luc Picard has me smiling one second and leaping the next. Funny, how one looks forward to a mere TV show for joy, and I'm not sure what that says about me, but I'll take it. With the way my lucks been going, I'll probably drop dead with a massive stroke the day before it premiers. That'd piss me off.
I'm Missing Something
Everywhere I look, I'm reading how great the economy is, unemployment is low, business is booming, and the economic figures look fantastic, with the GDP at 4.1%. From where I set, I'm scratching my head because none of that has trickled down my way. I got a bump of about 20 bucks on my paycheck with Trumps Tax cuts, but all that is, is an extra case of cheap beer. What I do see is prices starting to tick up, my health insurance premiums ain't going down, and everybody still wants what little I have. Hell, I'd take a 4% raise, that makes sense. I'd even settle for a 2% jump in my paycheck, but it ain't never going to happen in this economy because people like money in the form of profit, and they're going to keep it.
So, It's scientifically feasible for humans to use a third arm, meaning if we had a prosthetic arm attached, our brains would figure out how to use it. Hmmmm, how about a third leg? A sixth finger, a second dick? Me? I'm suspicious. For one, I've got enough shit on my mind, and second, my boss would expect more work, not to mention, I'd look weird. Some things just ain't meant to be. Then again, if I had two dicks, and an extra arm, I could...
Alaska pulled in eleven million in tax's from marijuana, two million more than projected. That's on almost 40 million dollars worth of sales. That's nothing compared to Cali, with almost thee billion in sales. Here at home, I've got friends prepping for the day it's legal, getting their shit in order to become overnight millionaires. Like they're hoarding their stash to be able to meet the demand when recreational usage becomes the law of the great lakes basin. Problem is, if you don't have any of these people as friends, good luck in finding a bag.
Kelly Ann Conway spoke out not too long ago, pretty much demanding the press be respectful of the President. She did so, after the White House banned a reporter for shouting out a question. Now I'm confused as shit, because isn't respect a two way street. Like when a crowd gathers around a reporter and starts hurling derogatory bullshit while the presidents standing on stage, shouldn't our president step in and say something, instead of encouraging it? The larger question I have, is wtf is wrong with these people, are they so full of hate, their lives so fucking miserable, that they'll take their anger out on anybody? I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before someone in the media gets seriously hurt at one of Trumps MAGA rallies.
Mend your guilty pleasures, men. If your boinking a married women on the side, you're going to have to pay the husband for damaged goods. After watching the husband break down on camera the minute the two were caught, I feel his pain, and that pain translated to just under 9 million greenbacks. I'm guessing the stud that slept with the wife doesn't have nine million to cash out, but if he did, that was some mighty persuasion for the wife to consider some alternative dick, 'specially if she was married to a dick, but what the hell do I know? I'm just guessing at shit, but I'm thinking about a plan of action on my own.
I wish for the good old conspiracy days where we questioned if men ever really walked on the moon, you know, those questions some of us could go, hmmmm..... and while away an hour or two thinking about it. Now days, we get shit like Qanon, a far right conspiracy theory speculating Trump is the Saviour of Democracy, that he and a secret cabal of top ranking Generals are going to overthrow the deep state, arrest the Clintons, Obama, and a slew of others. This boggles my brain process, because what they're talking about is a coup, and the installation of a Dictator, which is far removed from a democracy, by the way. I dunno, maybe there is something to this fluoridation issue...
Yeah, I got a problem with a CEO making six figures, while their employees are making sub minimum wages, sometimes only pennies an hour. I don't care if the majority of their employees are disabled, it ain't right. Specially when these employers are getting government funding. It's called exploitation, and there's not a better word for it. For what it's worth, Obama tried to address the problem back in 2016 with some good old fashioned common proposals and of course, Trump is signaling he's ready to roll back those provisions.
I don't get it. The only time I eat at McDonald's is when I'm shitfaced, and after my kids meal, I always have the urge to work the calories off, and the best place in private to do that is in the bathrooms. I mean, Micky D's has clean spacious bathrooms, right? K, maybe not so much after I rocket vomit after doing my workout, but I usually do hit the bowl. And why not the womens bathroom? Where else you going to find a like minded, and fit babe at three am? Oh, and that part about being naked? For us Jumping Jack fanatics, there ain't nothing like things swinging to and fro, free from the restraints of the day. Like I said, don't see the problem.
Wha... I don't think a three minute video can touch on the complexities of how our media is dividing Americans, but since the BBC tried to, I'll add in my buck fifty. First and foremost, if anyone is getting their news from only one source, you're probably an idiot, especially so in this new information age. Second, Facebook isn't news. So when one stops to contemplate what's dividing America, it's not the news, it's the tepid laziness most people have in researching what's being said, or read. Just because a media source reaffirms what you would like to believe, doesn't make it true, it just makes you ignorant. If your only media sources are conservative media outlets, you're never going to be able to form an unbiased opinion of your own. They have a word for that, Brainwashing. For what it's worth, I check out the drudge report on a daily basis, if for no other reason, I get a good laugh.
Summers Flying by
but there's enough Fridays left to get shit done,
to get crazy, go wild, fall in love.
Go git 'er done, friends.
Ever google a word just to see what comes up? It's a fun, little thing to do to whittle away boredom, I guess. I don't do it often, but when I do, I google the word 'Idiot', usually because I need a laugh. More importunately, the results are better than any poll, as they're a result of algorithms resulting from a shared, common global belief, and I find that damn interesting.
NASA has confirmed that Marijuana contains a genetic blend of off world DNA. By off world, I mean alien, like not coming from this world. That's simply mind blowing, isn't it? Researchers suspect some unknown alien civilization created the specific blend to keep the slaves docile while they were building the great pyramids. It's a interesting, if somewhat embarrassing read, but it's true, all true.
We have a great legal system here in the America. We get to see cowards like Brock Turner convicted of rape, and then demonized on social media. A pristine little rich kid who thought it was okay to rape a women in public just because she was intoxicated. Convicted and time served, Mr. Turner wants his conviction overturned, claiming that what he was attempting to have, was 'Sexual Overcourse'. I guess that means he was trying to cum in his pants while dry humping a half naked women. Like I said, we have a great legal system, just populated by a lot of folks who just can't, for whatever reason, admit their guilt.
Strange but true, there's an underground lake on Mars. Me? I'm not surprised. I, and a lot of other people have been saying that for twenty years. How'd we know? Because we're Mars enthusiasts, and we've been pouring over images and data for years. Way back when, we were ridiculed for saying the streaks were water. Guess you gotta have the degree to get credit, and that's fine. I'll also say, I think there's a hell of a lot of strange things on Mars, and I do think NASA plays the fool in what they know. I'll leave it at that.
I didn't start the week planning to write about idiocy, it just kinda is morphing into that. Might be because people like Georgia Rep Jason Spencer are, well, making idiots of themselves, and paying the price. Thing I don't get, is how someone could drop their pants, run around, acting like an idiot. Okay, maybe if you're seventeen and you're at a kegger, but a grown man? Truth is, Mr. Spencer has a history of saying stupid, racist things, and that's because he's afraid of people who are different from him. And that's his excuse, and I'd agree with him.
I could understand getting pissed at a mom who let their baby dump in the pool because they were too lazy to put a swim diaper on the kid, but shaming mothers who are breastfeeding, that's just asinine. Are we that far gone down the path of moral authority, that shaming a person performing a natural act is accepted? Then again, in Arizona, a women is legally allowed only two dildos, so what do I know.
I actually respect peoples beliefs, even though I don't understand them. Sometimes, I just scratch my head, and walk away. Kind of like I did with this article. What I got, is that down in the bible belt they don't care much for Trumps character as a man, but he's pushing through conservative values of biblical proportions, so they're okay with him. That just boggles my mind, it's like saying if Charlie Manson spouted conservative values, he should of been listened to. The disconnect is just outright strange, and isn't there something in the bible about being aware of false prophets.
Get your Boogie Woogie on
Cuz the weekends here.
the NFL and the players union are revisiting the new policy of requiring players to stand during the Star Spangled Banner, or stay in the locker room. I thought the policy was stupid to begin with. Hell, what would it look like if a lot of players ended up, just staying in the locker room. As far as the controversy itself, this nation was founded on the concept of individual rights for all, and protest, is an individual right. Sure, you can parse, twist and turn the controversy to fit your views, but that just means you have an agenda that's counter to the American spirit of individuality. In fact, players taking a peaceful knee, is representative of what this Nation is all about. Doesn't bother me one bit. Know what I'm more offended by? Officiating, and three hour games that are boring, and horrible and repetitive play calling. That shit's offensive.
What science isn't telling you, is that if humans colonized Mars, we'd actually start getting younger for a couple of months every couple of years. The aging process wouldn't just stop, you would actually start to grow younger. Sorry, but this is scientific fact, and to easily prove it, check out Mars tonight, it's traveling backward, backward in time. You can't argue with your own eyes, can you? So if you wanna stick around a little longer, start planning your trip now.
I have no problem with people doing whatever their little soul demands as long as it doesn't interfere with my life. I'm try really hard not to be judgmental, but sometime I fail. So when I come across an albino who's tattooed his body completely black, I wince, and move on. When I come across a person who's surgically removed their dick and balls to make their body aesthetically pleasant, well, I'm at a loss for words. I ain't judging tho', nope!
I've always thought to solve an old, on-going problem, one needs to look at the history of the problem. Where it started, why, and what attempts have been made to address the problem? We were dealing with ways to solve immigration way back in 1911. Good lord, the Dillingham Commission concluded it's study with the release of 41 volumes. That's a lot of research, and apparently for nothing, because nothing seems to have changed. Personally, I think the argument is used politically, like abortion, where it'll never be solved. At least, not as long as immigration can be used as a wedge issue to fan the flames of a politicians base. For me, there's a difference between illegal Immigration and asylum seekers, and I have to question the role religious and charitable organizations play in bringing hundreds of thousands of refuges into this country. My guess is, we'll still be arguing about who we should let into this country, for another hundred years. Except Asians, the commission made it pretty clear they were undesirable.
Here I am posting about the Trump again. I really have better things to do, but know what? Trump went on national TV yesterday and said he meant to say '..Russia would be responsible' instead of wouldn't. Sorry, I don't take him at his word like some do. It was a deliberate lie to the American people to shunt the criticism of his Helsinki summit. Then the guy turns around and says, 'It could've been other people too.' Huh!
Then to add flies to all the shit he's spewing, he tweets out that 'people with intelligence loved his performance' meaning everyone who criticized his press performance was stupid, and that was about everyone in existence.
This shit is just unacceptable, folks.
I never thought I'd see a President, standing on stage with a dictator, and not defend America, our institutions, and instead, claim it's half our fault Russia meddled in the elections. The word treason has been thrown around quite a bit, I'm not there yet, but I've moved closer in that direction. To not aggressively defend what our own intelligence agencies have said, is to degrade our Nation, and us, it's citizens. I'm tired of a man who continually touts his intelligence, his deal making skills, while continually debasing America. Our political system, our politicians, our laws, our judges, our politicians, our media, our way of life, and apart from his arrogance, his views of women are shameful. I've come to believe there is nothing this man likes about America, or Americans, other than the opportunity to wield power and gain profit.
I got nothing against a fungus crawling up into a caterpillar and digesting it from the inside out, then bursting out from it's head, kinda like in the original alien movie. Reason is, I eat worms from the bottom of a tequila bottle, so I'm use to eating weird shit, and if that fungus aids my sexual performance, I'm all in, even for buku bucks. Not that I need it, but just in case, for when I get real old, and considering the cost of Viagra, I'm thinking I'm going to be stocking up on the Viagra of the Himalayas.
I do not believe that anybody in their right mind would propose arming toddlers. Especially grown men in positions of authority. Even if it was a joke, and they were all in on it, it'd still be disgusting given the environment we live in. I just got nothing 'cept to say that these people are complete morons, and some of them are serving in Government, representing people. Now, are there any questions left as to why our Government is totally fucked up? Christ, are living in the twilight zone, or what?
Science moves forward, and shit changes. That's a fact. I always had problems with the theory that we evolved from living in one specific location. It just never made sense when one considers there was varying species living all over the world. Evolution itself plays out across all species in some form and fashion, and it makes sense that while evolution was teaching us to walk in East Africa, it was teaching our ancient cousins the same set of tools to survive elsewhere in the world. In fact, I'm so forward thinking, I got kicked out of class in High School by arguing with my teacher that I had solved the evolutionarily conundrum by stating that God created man in his image, but God never counted on evolution to change us.
What day is it?
Here's one for the road, go left instead of right to get where you need to be.
When it comes to wondering about the future of the Earth, all I've got to say is that our home will be here long after we're gone, and sometimes I think our demise might happen sooner than later. The question to ponder is what kind of shape will we leave our planet in. Hopefully better than what my kitchen looks like at the moment. I vacillate between believing we try to be good stewards while systematically destroying the very ground we walk upon. There's a lot of good people out there sounding the alarm against those who just don't give a shit, be they individuals who toss their garbage out their car window or those who see the Earth as their personal corporate dumping ground. The good news is, the pendulum seems to be moving, albeit slowly, in the direction of environmental awareness. That's a good thing. My dog will be happy running through green fields after I'm gone. I hope that's the way it goes. Of course, there's always the nuclear option.
I've always been fascinated by Quantum Physics. You know, the place where the source code is running in the background, for what we call reality. Imagine getting small enough to get into that space and start moving shit around, rewriting some of that code. You could make up, down. West could become east, what's heavy, light. You get the idea. In a way, it's like the Matrix, and yep, you could fly, hell, you could be a fly. I wonder though, if like any source code, who wrote that shit? And like Windows, are there blue screens of death? Are there earlier versions? Can you reset it to a default? Is there a safe mode? I gotta believe whoever wrote the OS for our reality is always tinkering with it, trying to make it better, run smoother, more stable. Sometimes I think it's a first year code writer, tho', who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing.
I would not be so quick to write off claims of a wild eyed young man that a dome shaped church is really a a saucer shaped UFO biding it's time while the reptilian masters are finalizing their plans for world domination. Might be that somebody is screwing with the source code, but it's more likely that Johannes Hevelius, way back in 1687 knew something was coming our way. How else would he have known to name a constellation after their inhabitants? I'm asking for a friend that had recent brain surgery?
I've always wondered what Trump had against Germany, and I used to think it was personal, in the sense that in his misogynistic ways, Trump was just jealous of Angela Merkel. Then I got to thinking, and I do that here and then, and I remembered how Trumps Granddaddy was booted out of his homeland for being a draft dodger, and then I got to thinking that those behavioral genes must run in the family, with the great orange one being a draft dodger as well, and then realization set in. Trump dumps on Germany only partially because of his misogynistic values, the rest of it is because he wants revenge for his Grandpa. Now I could be wrong, over thinking this, but then I think how our President has a propensity for revenge, continually slighting those who even merely disagree, and I'm thinking that propensity spans generations.
In a market glutted with fake news, YouTube is shooting to be your source of real news, the kind you can really, really trust. How are they going to do this? By letting their wonderfully trusted algorithms search out and move to the top of your feed, the most trusted news videos out there. You know, like this one. And it gets worse, in the weeks to come, YouTube will interrupt my blissful videos with a 'informational panel' regarding breaking news that they think I might want to watch. You know, I have a hard enough time keeping my viewers interested, I don't need any distractions being posted on my professionally produced videos to go watch news you think my viewers should watch, cuz they're going to blame me, and I'll lose viewers, and subscribers, and money. I'd offer up a 'Please Don't' but they're going to do what they wanna do, anyway!
Like most these days, I get the bulk of my news online. I quit reading our local paper years ago. Thing is, I still have my local paper bookmarked, cuz I want local news, but, and it's a huge but, they're idiots. I'm not paying an online subscription for news that's free elsewhere. Especially when that news is littered with ads and popups. What's funny is that I can go incognito and read as much as I want. Some advice, eliminate the subscription service, minimize the ads, and write better stories, and invest heavily in a social media presence. Oh wait, my paper has a twitter account with 15,000 followers... but with no interaction! Hell, I only have 900 followers and I get a hell of a lot more interaction, so go figure.
I'd be pissed if I dropped five hundred on an outstanding utility bill, and they still shut off my electricity. I'd go ballistic if that resulted in the death of my mother because she needs electricity to power her oxygen tanks. Reading this story, the family dropped the ball in not notifying the power company of their moms medical condition, I get that, but they paid a quarter of the bill, two days before. What? The check got lost in the mail? Good God, it was 91 degrees, and for the elderly, that's life threating. I don't know, there's just something that strikes me as wrong that a person loses their life because they can't pay their utility bill.
Uranus has a lot in common with people. We're all constantly bludgeoned with shit that keeps us off balance, and most of us are lonely little Uranus's. In the case of the seventh planet from the sun, some huge wandering piece of rock, twice the size of earth brushed up against it, and tossed it on it's side where it remains. Man, can I sympathize! I'm always a bit tilted, dodging all the shit coming my way. So the next time life is getting you down, and you wanna commune with nature, find a hill in the countryside on a dark night, sky map in hand, and find Uranus. You'll be alright because you're not alone.
Liberals Worst Nightmare
is going to come screaming home at 'em today with trumps choice to replace retiring Justice Kennedy. Hate it as I may, Trumps President and he gets to nominate wtf he wants. Thing is, I'm still hot over Obama losing a seat, and that's on Democrats for not screaming from the roof tops. They should have lit the country on fire, but that's not what todays dems do. Now as far as Roe vs Wade, they won't fight for that either, even if they take the house, and the Senate. Why? Because it seems all they do these days is bitch and complain, and point fingers. Pelosi is past child bearing age, Schumer probably shoots blanks with the help of a lot of Viagra, and the rest of leadership can't get a hard on for a good fight, so essentially, they just won't care.
And I'm a liberal.
I'm a Man,
and it's Friday.
So I'm going to do man things,
like drink tequila, mow the lawn,
and make the wife happy.
therefore I am, says some cow in Zimbabwe. A year ago I woulda laughed at the suggestion of a talking cow from Zimbabwe, but not these days. After all, there's a orange orangutan running around spouting a lot of bullshit, so why not a cow? My only hope is that now that cows can talk, they talk responsible, and don't lie, and don't make fun of others, like the orange one did recently in Montana. Claiming Wisconsin turned orange in the last election, a feat Reagan could never achieve is, uh, a fucking lie. Let's not stop there, the orange one slammed the first Bush, and his thousand points of light, and in between hurled new insults at a man on his deathbed, John McCain.
Just because a cow can talk, doesn't mean they have anything intelligent, or of value to talk about, but I truly now believe cows can talk. It's the world we live in at the moment.
While it's an interesting question, 'Could humans and dinosaurs coexist?' I'm not sure why anyone would waste their time asking. Unless someone was actually wondering what could possibly go wrong if they tried to clone a couple of T-Rex's. I mean, like really! Does anyone out there think they wouldn't eat us? I like dinosaurs as much as the next kid, but I'm not as fast and agile as I once was, then again, maybe it's a good thing my meat ain't so supple and tender. I guess the bigger question is, if you can clone a dinosaur, you've got the technology down pat, and I'm left wondering who out there is a living breathing clone?
So Therese Patricia Okoumou scaled the statue of Liberty on the fourth, refusing to come down until all the immigrant children were released. Judging by the comments of my conservative friends, and I do have a couple left, Therese is simply guilty of ruining the holiday for all those who came to visit the statue. Maybe so, but they're missing a larger lesson, that peaceful dissent is embedded in our history, and the chance to see it in action is just as fascinating as climbing the statue. That's what I would have told my kids if I were there, along with why she was protesting.
4th of July
Enjoy some history.
Sure, the 4th is a day for fireworks, and celebrating our independence, but it's a also a day to celebrate our journey as a Nation. A journey that began before the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and didn't end with the signing of our Constitution. From the westward expansion, through the civil war, and civil rights, right up to the front door of the present, Americas path has been one reflective of, and illustrative of, it's citizens. Our wants, our needs, our desires and dreams have clashed, we have argued, we have fought to make our voices heard for the last 242 years, and for the most part we have found a way to weave our journey into a coherent path for all Americans. The thread in the weave is immigration, the calling to people of other nationalities that here, in America, there sits upon a hill, a shining city of possibilities, not found elsewhere in the totality of mankind history. The poor and wretched have arrived upon our shores, and we have welcomed them along with political dissidents, refugees, the rich, the wicked, the ragged. Some came as indentured servants, many as slaves bound by chains, others escaping the arm of the law, whatever their personal path, they arrived upon the American shoreline and became part of a larger journey, our journey. We are who we are, because people of all color, of all faiths, of all races, of all cultures, of all beliefs, of all backgrounds have come together to walk a unique path that is a beacon to all of humanity, that we can live together as one, that we can walk forward together as one, that together as one people, our voice is louder than the thunder that shakes you from your nights rest.
the more everything remains the same. Fifty years ago, the fabric of this Nation was being ripped apart by our involvement in the Viet Nam war. Just like today, the divisions ran deep, dividing supper tables, friends and generations. Unlike today, television was new, creating a different kind of war. A war where wholesale slaughter arrived nightly, and Americans were seeing firsthand the devastating cost. Politicians weren't crying out about fake news, but some were instead questioning our involvement in a war, an ocean away. Demonstrators took to the streets, just as they do today, homemade signs in hand, to voice their opposition and hard hitting journalism bought the horrors of war home. Slowly, the pendulum of public opinion started to swing toward opposition, more politicians started to listen, and the cost of a war in human suffrage was seen as too great to bear for our country, and our soldiers came home. Fifty years down the road, we're still divided, we always will be, but there's a difference. Today, the division among us is our view of what America has been, and should be. It's a different kind of war, but it's still a war that's ripping us apart.
I always knew who America was named after, but it turns out there's a bit more history there than just Amerigo Vespucci. I didn't realize that America is a feminine stylization of Amerigo, didn't know that way back then, there were those map makers who believed the earth was round, and how in the hell did they know there was an ocean to the west of America? All I have to say, is America sounds better than Columbina, or whatever the feminine name is for Columbus.
you turn over you're likely to find creepy crawly little things in the moist dirt. I don't have a problem with creepy crawlers unless they're the two legged kind running their shit in the light of day. Case in point, the worms behind pizzagate, and the kind of scorpions touting their venom with a new claim of a child sex ring in the Arizona desert, funded by liberals, and disguised as a homeless camp. These people walk about decked out in American patriotism, wearing their constitution on haggard faces, and shouting their claims of conspiracy to whoever passes by. And too many stop to listen, including the media, and in doing so, gives the outlandish accusations, a sense of justification. Before you know it, memes pop up, subreddits are created, the subject becomes a hot topic on Infowars, and the resounding voice of truth and reason is lost.
At heart, I'm a conspiracy theorist. I love a good conspiracy, and they exist. But what these people are doing isn't shining a light on conspiracies. They're making them up, they're lying to further their agenda, to cause division. It's the only value they have found in life.
Holy smokes, dude. A 24,000 dollar joint rolled for auction in the shape of an elephant tusk. If I had the bucks, I woulda paid 4001 bucks for it and took the damn thing home, called Cheech, called Chong, a few others, and you wouldn't be hearing from me the rest of the month. Did I mention, it's an entire pound, so at 4 grand, the loss of a couple hundred is more than worth it, but I'd make that up by charging 10 bucks a toke, and I'd get it. 'Specially when it's rolled in gold leaf papers and spiked with concentrate and a couple ounces of hash. Mind blowing!
The Weekend Cometh
I've been off for most of June and come Monday I gotta start participating with reality, so I'm going to savor the flavor of this weekend and prepare for the mess on Monday.
I'm not a fool, and I'm not fooled so easily. Researchers might claim the reason they're growing pea sized Neanderthal brains in petri dishes is to learn why they all went extinct. Really? Then why are they hooking those little brains up with Artificial Intelligence? Look, I'm a fan of Westworld, and I get what these people are doing. As far as learning why they all went extinct, we know why that happened. We stole their women, and left the men out in the cold.
It's the Law, Stupid!
Did you know in Arizona it's illegal to own more than two sex toys, in Mn, you can't have sex with a fish, and in Ca, if you procreate with Lucifer, it's mandatory you wear a condom?
Sometimes, scientists just baffle me. Why is it an astrophysicist has no problem claiming advanced civilizations can build a Dyson sphere around a star, and then transport that star to their very own star system, all for the purpose of utilizing the energy of the captured star.
I don't have a problem with that scenario.
What I have a problem with is that the same astrophysicists that propose this alien shit, also claim that we can't be visited by an alien species because of the vast distances. It would however, be kinda strange to look up in the night sky and see a alien tugboat hauling a star across the starry sky.
Not because she won, but because of what she has to say. Of course Trump framed it as win for him, and Nancy Pelosi painted the win against a long setting and powerful Senator, as pretty much inconsequential. What makes people idiots is when they say things they really don't believe. People see through that shit.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez won because she had a message that reverberated with not only her constituents, but simply with most Americans. You can't but help watch this ad, and think, 'fucking right on, lady, right on!
Anybody who's been following the primaries should figure out by now something different is happening in the voter booth, and established candidates on both sides of the aisle should be worried.
When a union negotiates a contract with an employer, including wages, benefits and working environment, all employees, union or not, are covered. That is why non union employees covered under the bargaining contract pay their 'Fair Share'.
The Supreme Court ruled today that those fair share payments are a violation of free speech because some of that money goes to support political views and events the employee would not normally support.
I've been a card carrying union member all my life. Always will be, but Unions made a choice some time back to concentrate on their political activities and not so much on their rank and file. Unions forgot their rank and file was one of political diversity, and I've seen people drop their Union membership, and switch to fair share because of it. Usually under the most generic terms, the reason was 'because the unions don't do anything for me anymore, they don't even honestly represent me in a grievance'. I've heard that more than once in my role as steward.
And they're usually right.
With Fair Share now considered a violation of free speech, Union coffers are going to suffer. I don't think that's a bad thing at the moment. Their's a path forward, a way to turn it around, to increase membership.
First, make it known that all fair share employees are no longer covered by the negotiated contract, that they are not entitled to the same wages, working conditions and benefits as union employees.
Second, make it clear to employers that it is their responsibility to negotiate individually with non union employees.
Third, start getting really involved at the local level again. Start fighting like a rabid badger against employers in defense of your rank and file. Show them you care.
My guess is, Unions will instead cry and bitch about the Supreme Court ruling, and raise union fees, simply because it's the easy way out.
I didn't even post sporadically, but that's what happens when family comes around. As in grandkids! No apologies here.
But I'm back now, or will be Wednesday or Thursday, full time, back at the long dog slog of life.
Having my son home, his wife and their two kids for the last month has been the happiest I've ever been. My house was filled with family, laughter, fun, warmth and love. Raising four sons my house was always chaotic but when they grew and flew the coop, there wasn't a sense of loss, not like when Scott and Zsuzi left. After I dropped them off at the airport, I sat alone in my living room in total silence, a huge hole in my heart. But that hole was tended to by pride in my son, his wife and my grandkids.
For the first time in my life, I ignored everything except my family. Didn't worry about spending too much, I didn't have to work, didn't worry about bills, didn't care about news, politics or the outside world very much.
And I learned something. About family, about love, and I'm hoping I'm a better person for it.
My son and his family arrived from Budapest yesterday. I haven't seen my son in seven years, never hugged my daughter in law, or held my grandbabies in all that time.
So I'm taking the next couple of weeks off to spend time with them. I'll post sporadically, here and there, but you all know, there are some things more important than what I do here.
We are not so Divided
as a people that we do not grieve together at losing people we all admire. I'm emotionally struck by the fact that no matter one's political leanings, trump supporter or not, that we all are able to grieve together, as one, when someone we love, famous or not, suffers. There are indeed ties that bind us together, that transcend our own personal views on life. We celebrate birth together, we grieve together and in between, we work together, we fish, we shop, enjoy holidays, time with our families, all together as Americans. While we all hold our individual beliefs of what America is, or should be, those beliefs can never sever the ties that bind us all together, as a people, as Americans. There are those who disagree, who will continue their attempts to divide us, who will deride those of opposing views, and they will succeed to some degree, but I will say to them, your victories are short term, and passing. The ties that bind Americans together are those that shine the light through the darkest times. The American people will prevail.
It's Memorial Day weekend.
Take a minute in between beers and burgers to remember what your day off is for. Give yourself 30 seconds to close your eyes, and contemplate all those resting in peace. They kind of deserve it.
I'm off through Wednesday, see you on the flip side.
High strangeness just stepped out of the thick Montana wild to be shot and killed by a local. Dogman, dogwolf or direworf, no one seems to know. I'm setting here thinking that no ones heard from Lon Chaney, Jr in quite a few years, so I'm up with that possibility. Then again, I'm struck by the fact, I've seen that dead snarl somewhere, and Dick Cheney comes to mind. How ever this mystery play out, it goes to show the wild is a huge place with thick forests and running streams encompassing a large area for strange beasts of all sorts to roam, play, and hide from us humans. Now, about all those big foot prints hunters keep coming across..
My world, my life is chaotic, consisting of my elderly, failing mother, a son with Schizophrenia, and a younger son struggling with life in general. Social workers, doctors, psychiatrists, group homes, nurses, therapy workers, court officers all populate my contacts and there's not a day that goes by that I don't engage some of them. Some days, it's overbearing and at the end of such a day, I'll lay my head on my pillow, stare at my ceiling, engulfed in despair and pity, and wonder how I'll survive.
Then I awake, coffee in hand, and come across a story about a young woman suffering with Cystic Fibrosis, and suddenly my problems seem minuscule in the scheme of life. I'm struck with an awareness there's still room in my heart for others, to feel for others, and that has to be a good thing.
But there's something else. Envy, maybe. I have friends whose lives are picture perfect, their children excel in school, their health is good, their world good and I often wonder if it all comes down to the flip of some cosmic coin? I don't know, but I do know this, I read a story about a Claire Wineland and her daily fight for her life, I find myself strangely contemplative about our lives, thinking that there's something more to all the suffering, the pain, that amid all the chaos, there are ties that bind us all together, regardless of what side of that coin flips for you. You deal with what comes your way, you fight to retain your empathy for others, because we're all in this together.
They've always been here, aliens from another world, biding their time, waiting to take over the world. Deep in the abyss of our oceans, they gather, plotting the fall and ruin of humanity. They are the octopus, multi armed, intelligent, and blessed with deceiving grace and stealth.
The war has begun, rent a sea going vessel, grab your fishing pole and join in on the war. They must not succeed. Their devious plot to cover the earth in rising oceans must be stopped.
Why are Scientists fucking with time? Time comes, it goes, it's here, it's there and I never have enough of the shit. Our people in lab coats have time down to a T. I mean their accuracy is within being off one second every 300 million years, and that ain't good enough. So for some reason they need to mine some rare earth mineral that no one else has a use for, lutetium, to set their atomic clocks. The thought is, they'll only be off a half second every 300 million years. Guess when I think about it, a half second is quite a bit. I could make a decision to do a shot of my favorite tequila in a half second, I could burn my toast, fall in love and maybe even fit time in for some sex. Then my wife had to go point out that it's a half second spread over a couple hundred million years, to which I said, that's still enough time for copulating.
And that's why I have a headache.
I'll be damned! Looks like Zecharia Sitchin might have been right. There might be a ninth planet, a huge planet, in a perpendicular orbit to ours. Hide your gold because mommy and daddy are coming home! For those not in the know, Nibiru was the ninth planet in our system, populated by the Anunnaki, Sumerian Gods who came to earth way back when, and genetically mutated humans in order to work as slaves in their gold mining operations.
Of course, most respectable and professional scholars wrote him off as a fool, but I bet they're hiding their gold as I write. Who knows? But if they do show up, the only gold I have is in the one tooth I have left, and it's useless to me anyway.
the more history comes to warn us of our old evil deeds. Of course, we don't listen. We fall into the deep sleep of complacency, smugly believing we got our shit together, that no one man could ever change our way of life. Then Bam, before you know it, King Zhou lives again canoing around in a lake of wine, socializing in a forest of roasted chicken, ordering his acolytes to engage in deviant orgies, and burning his adversaries alive over the barrel of a hot smoking canon.
While it's an OK life if you're the king, for everyone else, life kinda sucks. BTW, if I were the king, I'd switch out the wine for tequila and anybody that pissed in my lake would suffer the hot canon shit, burned face down.
Being intelligent is a strange and sad thing. Strange in that your smarter than most, but sad in that you're not smart enough to know when you're intelligence is killing you. Now I'm not a particularly religious man, but I do believe our dominance over the wild comes with certain responsibilities. One of those responsibilities is to act as caretakers for the world we share with other life forms. I'm guessing I'm in the minority with that, considering mankind has literally wiped out 83 percent of mammals and half the plant life. We are pretty good at keeping things around that we like though, like dogs, cats and cows, but that's probably because we don't do well in relationships and we like to eat. For a species that only makes up about a tenth of a percent of all life on earth, our dominance is leading us right down a path to a cold, barren world where we'll all be left alone with no one but each other, and that's a damn scary thought prospect.
next to godliness, or so I've heard, but when it comes to where we sleep, Chimps might be a bit closer than we are. Unless you put fresh linens on your bed every night, your dreams live along side dead skin, feces, saliva and a host of unseen mites that might turn those sweet dreams into a raging nightmare. When you think about it, our homes are a environmental micro system, a world we inhabit, unseen to us, but non the less a world of our own making. What's bothersome about it is, that we're dirtier than monkeys, so I'm guessing we lost something along the evolutionary way. Now, if you're like me, you haven't put fresh sheets on your bed for a month, so we all literally sleep in a cesspool of filth which is fine with me, asleep in a world of my own making.
I can't help but wonder what Americas fascination is with England's royal family. Christ, people I know actually set their alarms for 3.30 in the morning to watch. You'd think it's a real life fairy tale being played out live across the worlds stage, and maybe it is. Me? I've never cared much for fairy tales, and this ones been a pain in the ass. I've got nothing against pomp and circumstance but I'm reminded that we currently have a President who does, and I'm quite sure Trump is busy thinking how he can turn our fascination with the monarchy to his behalf, convincing the American people that a king would be better than a president. Those reading might thinks it's a fairy tale in Trumps mind, but I'm betting he's thinking long and hard about a way to open that dialogue up.
Have a good weekend, and don't let people get ya down cuz it's hard enough to get back up Monday morning.
This is why we're in trouble. We elect people like Mo Brooks, a Republican representing Alabama who questions the cause of the rise in sea levels. Ain't nothing wrong with that. But suggesting to a scientist that the cause is rocks and dirt being dropped in the oceans as opposed to ice melting on a global scale is stupid. Stupid smart! Stupid smart because it sounds good and a lot of stupid people are going to believe it just so they don't have to deal with the fact that the earth is changing. BTW, Mo also believes sick people should have to pay more for their care.
Hey Mo, Just so you know, to make the oceans rise the rate they are, you'd have to drop a eight mile round stone in the ocean, every year. Preferably, one of your kidney stones
the land of sky blue waters, scientific investigations are being conducted in how to move continents. If successful, we'll be able to reattach the North American continent with Africa, and eventually the rest of the continents as well, creating one land mass surrounded by one ocean. The thought is less travel time, closer relationships between nations, and you'll be able to walk anywhere in the world you'd like to.
Unfortunately, it looks like the selected land mass scientists are working on will have to be cut up into smaller chunks, which makes sense if your only using a small fishing boat to tow the damn thing.
Only in Minnesota!
What? Sometimes I don't understand how science works. According to those in the know, we're seeing all time low birth rates due to economic uncertainty. According to the post below, scientists are claiming it's because young men can't get a hard on. So, WTF is it? Wait, I just figured it out. Young men ain't making any money, they're worried about their future, the stress is killing 'em, so much so, it's preventing them from getting aroused. Then again, when I was young, I never had any money, hell, I still don't, and back then, I never had a problem getting an uncontrollable, and raging boner. I still don't, just not on an hourly basis, but that's due to maturity. All I know for sure, if science doesn't get it's shit together and figure it out, it might be the end of the human species.
Why, what a heart warming story that makes me smile. Because I'm doing better at Sixty than you are at Thirty. That said, I can only imagine the mind fuck of being a thirty something and losing your mojo, dude. Too young for Viagra, and too damn old for losing your shit, I get it. I feel for you, so let me give you some advice. Start watching porn, and lots of it, but stop fapping off to it, build that sexual tension up till your ready to ravage your woman. Don't stop there, invest in some Popsicle sticks and flesh colored band-aids to prop up your junk. Now just before you're ready to make your move, clear your mind, get in the mood, mediate on all the possible penis pumps that are on the market. Now, if none of this works, not to worry big guy, there's plenty of tequila to go around, and spending the next 40 years without an erection ain't a bad thing, it's just not a normal thing, so do a shot to celebrate your difference.
I love me some football but I got problems with paying 2.2 billion for a football team. I get footballs a business, just like Coke and Burger King, and Sunday afternoon games are the product. But I ain't getting 2.2 billion dollars of satisfaction anymore. Not even close. What I do get is enough time to bake a pizza during instant replay, heart attacks with bad officiating, and disgust with clear favoritism from game announcers. Monday morning jive around the water cooler usually consists of bitching about Sunday's game day as in missed calls, bad calls, game length, poor play calling, and stupid, biased announcers. Just seems to me 2.2 billion could be spent making the game better, but that's just my opinion, and the opinion of just about every football fan in existence.
I am, or not. Or I just don't know! While I'll be the first to agree that perception dictates reality, my perception is different than yours, so my reality is a bit different. Yet, we all claim some shared reality, so where's the dividing line that separates mine from yours? I don't know, but what I do know, is this kind of thought pondering makes for a hell of a headache, reminding me how much I don't know. But if I were to agree that our reality is derived from our consciousness, that the entire universe is created by me, I'd be like WTF, why am I poor? Is this something to do with self hate at the subconscious level? Is this the best I can do? Why can't I get rid of all the ass holes?
Way too much thinking going on here. Done!
Seems to be you can't walk along the beaches of western Canada these days without coming across dismembered feet, still wearing their shoes. When I read that over the course of the last decade, over a dozen feet have washed ashore, I'm just not buying into the suicide/decomposition theory the authorities are pushing. What? Fish don't like the taste of human feet? I don't buy it, unless maybe the owner never washed their feet. Even then, I don't think fish care. So, yeah, I'm leaning toward dismemberment by a sea-going alien species that are simply playing a game of match this shoe.
Life is full of weird and strange shit, and then there's just the head scratchers. Having Robert Jeffress, a pastor with anti semitic views, lead the opening prayer at our new embassy in Jerusalem is one such scratch of the head. But to be fair to Preacher Jeffress, it ain't only the Jews he hates, it's everybody that ain't a evangelical Christian.
Now if I'm an Israeli citizen, I'd be like 'what the fuck is this shit?'. Well, what this shit is, is Trump slapping ya silly in the face while telling you the only reason he moved the Embassy was to play to his political base here at home, you know the white Evangelicals, and not giving a flying fuck about the citizens of Israel. Or the couple dozen dead Palestinians that showed up to protest the opening.
What a glorious world we're building where human interaction is disappearing, to the point where I'm soon to be replaced with a sex doll. My wife is saving her money up. I gotta wonder what she'll get for 15 grand though? Will the robot whisper sweet nothings in her ear? Does it gyrate and grind? Does it have settings for romantic vs aggressive sex, does it go from flaccid to hard, does it orgasm, how many positions is it capable of, and are software updates included?
Wonder how long it's going to be before we see robotic porn? Now that's an exciting new world, to be sure. BTW, if you don't have 15 grand, Doc Dick will help you out for a lot less buckaroos.
are sometimes painful.
and you just can't fuck the pain away, as much as you might like to.
are words we toss around like they mean something, maybe more to some then others. The truth lies in our actions, how we treat our Veterans, the good, the bad and the ugly, it's all there and you can find a given story to illustrate such.
In my lifetime, I cannot remember a time when our nation has not been involved in some type of military conflict, somewhere in the world. We have called upon our children, and sacrificed thousands, condemned thousands, to a living hell. I work, side by side, with a handful of these young men, and I have to tell you how proud I am of them, and their service.
To hear of another veterans suicide is heartbreaking, even if I did not know him. To read his wifes words of despair, and loss, are beyond heartbreaking. To read of the breakdown in services are beyond comprehension, but a reality. Working for the Veterans Administration as a housekeeper, I can tell you firsthand, the staff are dedicated to the care of our Veterans. I've seen staff do some pretty awesome things for the Veterans they serve. Many of them are Veterans themselves. They know. They're family.
But the bureaucratic red tape, the rules, policies and regulations are simply ridiculous, overbearing and antiquated, doing more harm than good. They are rigid, unbendable policies which prohibit creative solutions, prevent workarounds, and put our Veterans at risk.
It is our duty to Honor our Veterans, Our duty to sacrifice our agendas, our political views, to help those who will carry he cost of war through out their lives. We can do better.
Back in the day, when MGS was sending unfiltered, raw images to earth, I belonged to a group of anomaly hunters. We'd download the raw images, enhance the images, pour over the data, and I'm just going to tell ya, there was a lot of strange shit to be seen. Wasn't very long before the images started being manipulated, in the sense that what was once there, no longer was. I'm still not sure what I saw in some of the images, but I saw enough for more than one WTF moment. Yeah, crazy shit!
I've always believed NASA was going to role out the truth, whatever the truth is, slowly, over the course of their own agenda. Anomaly Hunters were the first people to cry out there was flowing water on Mars, turns out we were right. Know what else we were right about? There's a lot of strange shit on Mars, and it's going to get stranger. That's a promise!
I'm hoping life imitates art and that with the return of Bill and Ted, Wyld Stallyns will save humanity, setting us on the path to world peace. Their adventure might not be so excellent though with out Rufus to guide them through the pitfalls of history, while encouraging the two of their own place in history. One things for sure, it's going to be excellent, and I'm seriously looking forward to seeing the phone booth dusted off, polished up, and ready for some mind bending travels in history. Bring on the music.
Oh please God, just admit it. Three of the top ten most popular websites are porn sites. We love our porn! But hey, there's good news here. The top porn sites are generic, run of the mill porn sites. There ain't no weird rape fantasy, bondage sites. They're way down the list, somewhere in the middle of the top one hundred. What's the thing with all the mommy fantasy sites tho'? That kinda concerns me, just a bit. The eye opener is, and I admit it, freely, that none my porn sites are listed. Hows that work? Am I outta the loop with the good stuff?
By the way, what's your better half doing at the moment?
Seriously, my dog just ate half a pan of freshly baked Chocolate Chip cookies
How the fuck does some guy stand up before a bunch of women and swear to defend them against pigs like Harvey Weinstein when he's guilty himself of the same kind of shit? Was there a belief system that his behavior was somehow different, that he failed to recognize his own behavior? Or did he just not care? Thinking his secret was safe. I'm guessing he minimized it, believing it was consensual because he was in a relationship, and therefore he allowed himself to believe it was different. In other words, just another self justifying dumb fuck.
I don't know, seems like there's a boatload of shit to say here. I'm actually starting to wonder if there are there any good men out there? And role playing is fine, but it has to be consensual! Then there's something about living in a glass house, along with having a basic respect for other human beings that come to mind. If you've followed the story, you know what I'm talking about.
in fact, turns out it's been around for a long time in a variety of different flavors. So much so that John Adams had something to say about it. When one thinks of fake news, we often look at it through our modern lens, and that's the lens of driving an individual opinion as fact, done by using facts out of context, sensationalism, or outright lying. However it's done, the distortion of reality can have devastating effects, such as starting a war, or murdering and entire population. The difference that separates us today, from yesterday, is that we now have the power to research facts. It's called the Internet, and it allows for a variety of opinions and sources on any given subject. Thing is, nobody seems to want to use it simple because it might prove their beliefs wrong.
It's a Crazy, Insane World
All I got to say!
So I Fled North
this weekend and opened my little slice of heaven here on this Earth. It's not much, but it's ours. A small 50 by 150 patch of sand and grass with a fire pit by the waters edge, a small, old camper, a sand point well, and a picnic table all populate our small paradise. Used to be I could walk out my camper and take a leak under the sun if I wanted to, but things are changing. They've paved the old dirt road, cabins have gone up across the way, a young couple with kids picked up a couple of lots next to mine, but it's still fairly quiet, peaceful, for the time being. Cell service sucks, at best it's spotty, so my wife and I actually spend a lot of face time, having a beer, doing an occasional shot, all while setting around the fire pit. Something we don't have when we wake up Monday morning, she's working twelve hour shifts, I'm working late evenings so we don't see a lot of each other. So after a long, cold winter, it's nice to reconnect with the woman whose side I've been attached to for over thirty years. To just relax, and talk, to get away from the world for a couple of hours, and to remember why I fell in love.
We Made It,
another week closer to retirement.
Trees are starting to bud, I'm off to open my lot tomorrow and looking forward to setting around my fire pit. Have a good one.
Growing old is a hurtful thing. Hurtful in the sense that loved ones pass, friends are fewer, aches and pains are common, medical bills accumulate, stress of an affordable retirement about kills you, and the world changes faster than you can keep up with it. In the midst of all that agonizing hurtful stuff, you still got it tho'.. Sex!
When I was a kid, the thought of old people, like my mom and dad having sex was repulsive. Two old wrinkled bags of skin going at it like there was no tomorrow was an image I rather not let creep into my thoughts. I figured old people looked at sex in the same light, and didn't engage.
Was I wrong or what? Looks like our elderly citizens are doing nothing but fucking their lives away. And why not? They have years of experience, don't have to worry about unintended pregnancies, or the kids walking in the room, and they certainly have more time. Kudos to 'em, go for it.
I won't however, be doing a google search to look for old people porn.
Years ago, I walked into a Benton County Courtroom for a civil commitment hearing. The social worker walked in beside me, carrying a foot high stack of brown folders, each folder a commitment case to be heard that day in court. That was my introduction to our mental health system, and it was a shock. That was ten years ago.
This is todays takeaway.
I have found that our local mental health system is populated by good, caring people. People who really want to help those who need it. Unfortunately, their hands are often tied by bureaucracy, and lack of support, financially and otherwise. There's also, in my opinion, outlying organizations that are in it for the buck, not really caring for the clients they serve. My county deserves a lot of credit for doing what they do, with what little they have, and I'll always be grateful for that. Now, across the river in Stearns County, I've got another opinion, and I won't go there except to say, lesson learned.
Look, sometimes I get in a hurry, sometimes the sink is so frigging dirty, sometimes there's only a hand dryer blowing shit, sometimes there's no paper towels, sometimes there's a 3 minute line at the sink, so shoot me dead for not washing my hands after I take a leak. What would help would be a personal attendant at every public bathroom to sanitize the facilities before and after I use them. Actually, while I'm thinking of it, instead of advertisements for condoms above public urinals, why not instructions dictating proper hand washing techniques? What I really rather wash though, is the soles of my shoes because I'm always wondering as I walk in a public bathroom, why my shoes are sticking to the floor? What's up with that?
What is it with men that they're so embarrassed they're bald that they gotta raid their doctors office, grabbing any and all medical reference to Propecia? Might be if I was bald, I'd understand, but I'm not, so I don't. Funny thing is, you fuck with your doctor, you gotta do it right so they so don't start spilling other secrets. Secrets like maybe you wrote your own results for your last physical. Now the right way to keep your doctor under raps is by having your personal attorney dish out a 130,000 big green ones, and having a non disclosure form handy. But what do I know, I got hair for my wife to run her hands through which she does in total awe and amazement. And at my age, that's satisfying. Because it has to be. That's all I got.
Here in MN we don't see a a lot of homeless people because of the cold winters, but they crop up on street corners by the stoplights with signs asking for handouts when the temps start warming up. I've wondered from time to time, as I drive past 'em, about who they are, what circumstances came along that kicked 'em to the curb? I'm always conscious of the truth too, that 'there but for the grace of God, go I', cuz a small sized financial catastrophe would probably send us packing. If that were to happen, who the hell would care how I ended up with a cardboard sign asking for a handout? Thing is, there are people who care, just not enough of them. When you understand this, there's always hope, because everyone of us has our own story, and there's someone, somewhere who's willing to listen, and that's a good thing.
God created man in his own image, and god looked like an ape, or a reptile, or.., I don't know anymore. For mainstream science to ask the question if there's evidence out there of a civilization that predates our own is fascinating. Fascinating in it's implications, and fascinating in the fact that someone in the mainstream has the balls to ask it? The question alone throws half of what we believe in the fire sale dumpster, and is sure to bring condemnation from those who would rather all science be nice, neat, tidy, and tied to their belief systems. Me? I think our history is stranger than what we've been taught. Hell, most of what I was taught about our own evolution has changed, and like humanity itself, knowledge is evolutionary. I suspect God planned it that way, whatever he/she looks like.
to make money, I guess. 488 billion tho? In the first three months of the year? Who da fuck we borrow all that cash from? I mean, like, shouldn't we be the ones borrowing money to others? Are we not the financial powerhouse? Christ, and the interest on that? Well, not to worry, I'll just let my kids know we're just selling 'em down the river. BTW, what ever happened to Republicans being super concerned about our National debt? Well, at least we set a record. Being the best at something, anything, is a good thing, right?
Really? In 2018? In America? WTF is this shit? And why is the BBC reporting about it and not our media? You get a speeding ticket, miss one payment and you set for a couple of months? You know I gotta say it. Local communities are using tactics like these to fill their coffers, while not considering the expense of housing these people for a month or two. People in communities who are doing this are the same people duct taping up a flat tire. That's one issue! The other issue is, well, I thought here in the great ol' USA, going to jail for a debt was against the law.
fixing your vehicle these days. I know, I just got rid of a Ford that was a money pit. Now I get that necessity is the mother of invention, and some of these repairs are rather unique, and I'm using unique in want of a better word, but my only question is where did the guy find a band aid that big? I'd like to know because the next time I accidentally shear off my foot when I'm chopping wood, I could use a big frickin' band aid and save myself some serious medical debt.
The First, Real Friday
'bout time old fucking man winter took a hike. Temps are trending up, it's starting to dry out, and this time next week I'm going to be dancing naked under a fools moon with my fire pit roaring, beer in hand.
I spent twenty years with our local school district, and I'll vouch for the veracity of this report. Kitchen staff, Secretaries, Paras, Janitors are all paid substandard wages. Their union contracts, if they have one, are weak, and generally ignored due to inherent managerial rights. Most kitchen staff are not full time, and receive partial benefits, Paras often replace teachers in the classroom, and are tasked, with minimal training, to provide services they're not prepared for. Custodians are often exposed to Blood born pathogens on a daily basis as an expectation of their daily routine, without financial acknowledgment. But the two things that really ticked me off in my twenty years with my district is first, administrators had their health care paid for, while my cost was absolutely ridiculous, and second, when it came to raises, admin would claim that they were being fair in that everyone received a 2 percent raise. Two percent of a 130,000 is a hell of a lot more than 2 Percent of 15,000.
So yeah, there's a problem.
No, it ain't a picture out my window of our recent snowstorm, although there's a resemblance. In fact, what your looking at is the surface of a comet compiled from a series of pictures, as a gif, by landru79. A bit more information can be found at LiveScience.
you could ever get me to believe that living through a cold-ass winter day is less stressful than setting around my fire-pit, drinking a cold one. My car always starts in the summer, I don't have to shovel a shitload of snow, there ain't no outrageous heating bills, and I don't have to worry about sliding off the damn road every time I round a corner. Yeah, science is cool, but sometimes kinda stupid.
I get there's bad people, and there's good people who've made mistakes, and all need to do their time. Thing is, for most of of 'em, we need to treat them with some semblance of respect. Not letting them waller in their own piss and shit for 18 days while they're being transported is a start. IMHO it's kinda hard to rehab anyone whose suffered through that kind of degradation, 'specially if down the road a bit, I was found to be innocent.
So some stupid, deranged fuck plows a van into a crowd killing ten people and wounding scores of others, and he's hailed as a hero by some misogynist on-line community called Incel. WTF people! I get free speech, but lets shine the light on these losers and watch the rats scurry. As much as I love the growing global community of humankind, I gotta say, there are some real losers out there, and these lowlifes exemplify that fact.
why Russia was able to put a woman in space way before Sally took her ride twenty years later. Reading that NASA believed it'd be a waste of money because after all the training, the women would up, run off and get married is a throwback to a different world. But I didn't realize John Glenn was such a staunch opponent of women in space, publicly rebuking the women with words akin to 'A women's place is in her kitchen', or something like that. Glad he lived long enough to see he was wrong.
I thought penis replacement was an accomplished procedure dating back to the days of John Bobbitt. Regardless of what I thought, it's good to know that medical technology is always advancing in the right direction, as opposed to, say right wing politicians, who would claim such a operation is an affront to God. Unless they happened to come across John's wife, Lorena.
part of the universal consciousness. Or maybe not. I've given thought to perception and how it defines my reality, from time to time. Speaking of time, I've always believed time to be an abstract of my perception. I'm not sure what the answer is, but I do know this, instead of looking at the larger picture, how our perception of the universe defines our universe, hone in and look at the smaller picture. How our perception on a daily basis affects our daily lives, and those around us? When you look at perception on an individual scale, you start to understand how perception really does define a working reality for an awful lot of people, even if that perception is divorced from reality. Okay, now I've got a real headache because I shouldn't think about things like this.
or 'I knew it was too funny to be true'. Still, I smile every time I imagine someone ordering a Big Mac, dropping the burger out and slamming their whopper between the buns and yelling with gusto, "This is real meat motherfuckers". Yep, I know Micky D's is populated by young uns, and old uns, and every uns in between, but I'd bet they'd all end up on the floor laughing their soy filled guts out.
Just like that,
The sun is out, temps are trending up
and I'm thinking I'll be setting around my firepit
in the not too distant future.
by many. Sometimes, the origins of the path is lost to time. I'm open to the possibility that our species is on a path that's been traveled before, that there might have been some sort of intelligent species inhabiting our earth before we came along. Why? Because there's been a hell of a lot of strange shit dug up that there's no accounting for. I've always believed that the history of the earth is far more stranger than what we believe, and there's some fascinating mysteries out there to support that. Aliens? Who knows? Atlantis? Might be! Long lost civilizations? Sure, why not?
OK, I'm confused. Oral sex is eating, right? And sucking, licking and slurping? Right? So, like this guys whole belief system that our mouths are made for receiving and not giving is kind of contradictory, right?
But worms? Worm transfer? WTF! I better go get tested because I'm probably all wormed up.
is one that travels down a wicked path, making imbibers do crazy, weird.. crazy things. Personally, I'm not talking about driving around in underwear emblazoned with 'Breathalyzer, Blow here', or even being in possession of binoculars, and a cock ring. The craziness is found in his slicked back and overly gelled hair. That's the wild shit booze makes you do, making one think they're handsome and cool.
Tequila doesn't mess with your mind like that. So if you gotta partake, go Cuervo. Life lesson, one I've learned.
want to create a virtual world of my deceased loved ones. A world where I can wake up and have coffee with my dad, mull over the headlines with him, and talk about family. Not because the ideas creepy, even while being kinda, sorta temptingly cool, but because I know what would happen. Pretty soon other long dead family members would start showing up, uninvited. Then old friends. Then acquaintances.
Hollywood... I have a script ready to go, interested?
Nothing like blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, but hey, with all this fake news crap, we're already there, are we not?
Hey, I get the need for a secure line! But c'mon, 40 plus grand for a super secret phone booth? Why not just use Facebook messenger, I hear that's pretty trustworthy when wanting to keep secrets, or if you're really, really paranoid, there's the old throwback to the cone of silence. I mean it worked for agent 86. I hear he's still just down the hall from you Mr. Pruitt, so stop in and ask for some advice.
because Mr. Musk is correct. Human dictators eventually die, paving the way for change. Not so for a dictator that rises from the ashes of war with some unknown Artificially Intelligent robot species. Humanity's stuck with them forever. But not to worry. That only happens in the movies, right?
what depths have you fallen to that you would fail an audition to shine on Monday Night Football? At least there's condolence in the fact that Peyton failed right along with you. Hey, ESPN, I'm available and I'll do it for a fraction of the 6.5 mil you're putting on the table. That said, I haven't watched since the days of Madden, when MNF was supercool, and relevant.
God Bless Art Bell
I was saddened to hear Art Bell passed last Friday. If you never turned into the strangeness back in the nineties, you missed something special. Really special. Art was, simply the best voice at what he did, and he opened up a world of high strangeness to millions of night owls that toiled away in the darkest hours. I still have a Art Bell bumper sticker posted on my fridge, that's been there nearly fifteen years. Thanks for the ride, Art, and the coolest bumper music there ever was.
I'm not a Trump fan, never have been. I've voiced my displeasure more than once. So why have I been bothered by a lot of Comey's personal comments about Donald Trump? At first, I thought such comments were beyond his dignity, and lowered him to Trumps acidic level of toxicity. That's probably a part of it, but not the whole reason. I think James Comey understands, unlike many, that to battle a monster, you often have to take the war to the monster, on his own playing field. Calling our President morally unfit to be president is a hard truth that many believe, and resonates to those setting on the fence. No American wants to hear that about our President, but it needed to be said in the venue it was said. I don't like Trump as a man, I've always known that. His morals and ideals don't even come close to aligning with what I believe, and I'm far from perfect. The thing is, you cannot separate a mans morals from his behavior, they go hand in hand, Trump has proven that. James Comey is simply reiterating that.
Whoa, It's Friday
Keep a low profile friends.
So NASA's sending some human sperm samples, along with some bull sperm samples, to mix them up and see if reproduction in space is viable? WTF, they looking to create a Minotaur? Honestly though, isn't there an easier way to see how sex works in space? How about a cozy vacay for me and my wife on the space station, NASA? Give us the room for a free weekend, we'll let you know how it all works out.
Seems to be a movement these days in how our school districts are treating not only our teachers, but support staff as well, and that movements growing here at home as well. But I want to step back from the issue for a moment and talk about the reporting. Here's a direct quote form the clerical unions news release.
'Clerical staff have received letters that their paychecks are not enough to cover increased healthcare costs during breaks in school and they owe the District money, something that is only happening to the lowest-paid staff. If this continues, it could mean someone works two weeks and because the school is taking from their paycheck, they could get a check for $0 or owe the district money.'
Not even mentioned in the reporting! I would think it would be somewhat newsworthy if a person in my community was working and their paycheck was nil, zilch, zero. Ain't that like slavery? But that's just me.
Good to know John Boehner has evolved in his thinking about deregulating the weed. But I have to wonder how evolution works. For instance, how come he never evolved while he was in a position to actually do something about it? Is evolution tied to the amount of money someone is paying you to do something? Yea, that must be it, because John apparently 'evolved' when he handed out checks from the tobacco lobby to his fellow house members. Evolutions a beautiful thing baby.
Never thought about it much, the eyebrow, other than looking to clip 'em when my wife mentions they need trimming. I've always known they play a part in conveying emotion, or a thought, but I've never contemplated their evolution. Of course, women have different thoughts on their eyebrows than men do, and while I'm sure some women have looked at the beauty trends of eyebrows over the ages, not one has probably questioned the mechanics behind the eyebrow.
Turns out eyebrows have quite the evolutionary history, something akin to the same reason a dog wags it's tail. Who would have thought?
Serious on Syria
I don't understand this and I'm suspicious as hell. Why the heads up to Russia? You blasted Obama for telegraphing his intentions, so where's the difference? Last year you bombed a Syrian base that was back up and running in a couple hours? You also just said you want our troops out of Syria?
The point I'm making is that I don't think Trump has anything close to a serious game plan regarding Syria. He's reacting to the minute. Are we going to bomb another runway, and then pull our troops? What happens if Russia shoots down most of our missiles and we look stupid? What happens if we kill more Russian troops?
To be fair, I've never understood what our goals are in Syria? I get the guys an 'animal' but it seems that Russia's the game changer in the area, not us.
of a law making male masturbation illegal. Except that a bill that was intended to satirize the current republican war are womens reproductive rights is being taken seriously in Texas. You know, Texas? Where cowboys spend many a lonesome night on the plains with their cows. If I was a cow, I'd be worried about this bill. But I'm not a cow, I'm a man, a man that doesn't see his wife for days on end because we work opposite shifts, and sometimes I have to... But I live in Minnesota, where we're somewhat normal. Somewhat!
So a young lady doesn't wear a bra to school. Gets pulled into the office, is asked to jiggle to see how disruptive her breasts are, and gets told to put bandaids over her nipples!
If a womens nipple poking out of a sweater are disruptive to some guy, it ain't the womans fault! No, it. Isn't. In fact, there's a missed opportunity to set down with the young man and explain there's nothing wrong with getting a ragging hard on that you can't control, especially at sixteen, or at sixty.
Bill O'Reillys settlement with his harassment accusers included a clause that they lie, even under oath, about said harassment. WTF, where were their lawyers? Wait for it. The bitch switched sides during negotiations and went to work for Bill. Now the lawyer denies it, but c'mon, the stench of impropriety is all over these settlements. But you know what? Somehow I'm not surprised!
And of course, Mr. Falafel Bill is selling himself as the victim.
Are there aliens in our skies? Does our government know about them? Or is it all bullshit? As someone with a life long interest in UFOs, I've always wanted to believe they're here, but I've always been open to the skepticism. I happen to like facts, and I know people tend to see what they want to believe, so I usually take a step back when I read about UFO claims, but lately the facts are getting really strange which is making me feel a little, well, uneasy.
Why, by Golly, it's Friday.
Don't be a Handsome Jack
Cuz Marie is out there.
Strange, but True
Scientists have been dropping like flies. Apparently we can add CDC scientist Tim Cunningham to the list of scientist that have met a mysterious demise. In the early years of the century, there was a lot of conspiracy theories regarding dead scientists because they were, well, meeting strange deaths. A hallmark of any good conspiracy is that it never really dies, so here we are again, wondering wtf is going on.
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Just plain friggin' tired of our Government being in my face every time I turn around. I get we need Government, but I could do without 'em during Tax season?
never hurt anyone, so why the fuss? After all, Captain Thornton was following his calling, even if it was in some jive New Orleans bar, spreading the word of God. Knowing the Navy, the problem was, it was all caught on video, him spreading the word, and her, just spreading. If it was a her? Being an old bar fly, I know these things happen, but usually away from the camera, like under a table, not on top of the table where everyone can cheer ya on. Anchors away, boys, and God Bless.
Trust me, just because someone comes up with a way to read your thoughts, doesn't mean we should. I get it might be beneficial to people who can't speak, but would you want your wife to get her hands on one of these mind reading devices? Or your boss? Good lord, I have my fair share of inappropriate thoughts that just pop into my head, where they come from, I do not know, and I can only imagine a clusterfuck world where all those secret, embarrassing thoughts are made public.
I forget a lot of shit! The older I get, the more I can't remember. Like leaves on a tree, little things just blow away in the wind. Pretty quick here tho', I'll just store all those little pieces of thought up there in the cloud, and when I need to remember something, I'll just log on to my memory bank in the sky. As long as I can remember my password, I'll be OK.
Let me help you control your experience where you are accepted as a member of the universal oversight committee.
There's currently a bill being argued in our MN legislature to force those on Medical Assistance to work. The bill doesn't apply to those under 18 and over 60, or those with health problems.
I have nothing against an able bodied person having to work for their food. I've worked for crumbs all my life. From what I've read this is a poorly worded bill, not defining health problems and not addressing those with disabilities. Both, a major chunk of those receiving MA here in MN. The bill attacks the poor, the disenfranchised, the ill and affected, those who are unable to work because of their situation in life.
And who gets to point their finger at someone and say, 'work, no work'? That's a hell of a lot of power.
Our free press has always been regarded as the watchdog of our democracy, calling out bullshit, corruption and wrongdoing from the local level to the national. For Sinclair Broadcasting to force all their anchors to read a canned script, supporting Trump and condemning other news organizations as fake news, isn't being a devoted watchdog, it's propaganda the likes of which Joseph Goebbels would be proud of.
Watching it is chilling!
I ask first thing every Monday morning. Why is there something instead of nothing? That's what a good weekend does for me, makes me pause and ask questions about my existence. Why am I here, why didn't I realize liquor stores were closed yesterday (Easter), why is it friggin' Monday already? I would like some days in my life where there was nothing. Why? I don't know, maybe it's because nothing represents peace and quiet, none of which I have at the moment. I am kind of concerned tho', about this big eye in the sky, watching me. That means there's something, somewhere, watching something.
Damn, the Week went quick.
Time for a bit of weekend Paradise,
but given the next feed, be careful about going all the way tonight.
Be afraid, really afraid, 'specially if you're a cat on the prowl, cuz gonorrhea is back. Big time, super big time with a drug resistant strain that no amount of penicillin is going to cure. So when you think it's safe to dip your dick in uncharted waters, you might be paying a price worse than Sodom and Gomorrah.
Like we don't have enough these days to worry about. Sheesh, VD, who wants it?
in a small bedroom community of a small metropolitan city. Life is good, crime happens, but it's usually small shit. Lately tho', it's like Satan's been cut lose. Murder an mayhem, assault, and a local school superintendent was caught exposing himself to some kids working at a local convenience store.
And then there's Val's, a small, and by small, I mean cardboard box small. A favorite burger joint, Val's has been in business since I was a kid. And I'm old. Val's was recently cited for some health discrepancies and shut down for a while. WTF, the place is old, and small, and everyone knows they probably ain't up to the standards of BK, and we don't care.
Like I said, craziness everywhere.
So the scourge of liberalism, knew Donald Trump was a 'shallow, lazy ignoramus' and campaigned for him anyway. Yep, ya got that right! Her hate is so great, she voted for a shallow, lazy ignoramus to be President of the United states.
There's something about the pot calling the kettle black, something I just can't put my finger on, hmmm...
some ancient story teller wrote down a little tale he called the 'Epic of of Gilgamesh'. A wonderful little tale of gods and men, and epic floods, and some little place called Eden, the garden of gods, where the first man was created.
Need I say more?
but when I do, it's only BK double cheeseburgers, and usually only two at a time. Coke and fries included. Maybe twice a year, if that.
But for Jedediah 'Wimpy' Fulton, cheeseburgers must be a way of life, so much so that Wimpy needs to munch down thirty of 'em at a time. But Micky D's is funny, in that they might not want to see someone OD on their beloved double cheeseburgers, and refused his order, which sent him into a violent burgerless rampage.
Maybe he should have promised to pay them on Tuesday.
that's collecting, correlating and violating your privacy. There's something like 3,000 data brokers here at home who do nothing but buy and sell your personal data. They know more about you, than your momma! Ever send a naughty text, they know about it. Cheating on your significant other, they know about it? Favorite flavor of ice cream, they know! They not only know where you've been, they know where you're going. Changing all your privacy settings ain't going to change what's known as Surveillance Capitalism. They got us nailed, so just do what I do, flip 'em off in my webcam when I think they're snooping.
with the chatter of airline pilots, and when it comes to strange objects whizzing past them, they ain't settling on 'it's just a weather balloon'. Give a listen to this recent encounter.
Considering the UFO phenomenon was started by a pilot, Kenneth Arnold, back in '47, it shouldn't be a surprise that pilots and UFO sightings are synonymous. One of the most interesting is JAL flight 1628.
So who you going to trust, a well trained pilot, or a government that's either in denial, or hiding something not of this earth.
Heard there was a march yesterday, something about kids demanding a right to safety and well being. Heard the turn out was pretty good, and there were a lot of global supporting marches as well. After spending over 20 years in a school district, I never bought into the bullshit that kids were spoiled these days. In fact, during my extended stay in High School, I was impressed with the kids. They were well behaved, socially aware, and involved.
Know who isn't? People that photo-shop images of the kids ripping up our constitution and pass 'em off to their believers as solid truth. People like Rick Santorum who claims our kids should learn CPR to help with the next victims of a school shooting. Organizations like the NRA who slammed the kids, telling them that no one would know your names, implying that if someone had been armed, and had killed the Killer, it'd be the end of the story.
Sometimes, it is just so hard to distinguish the kids from the adults in the room.
tuned in to watch Stormy Daniels tell all, on 60 minutes. Pretty good ratings for a porn star. She came off as intelligent, articulate, and truthful. and her allegations of threats I found believable. Why? Because in his soul, right down to his core, Trump is a bully. If he assigns denigrating names to people, degrades women, and generally threatens people on Twitter, he'll do it elsewhere as well.
I'm betting that after the interview a gawdzillion people went off and watched Stormy again, but this time not on a news show.
Fridays Come and Go
Sometimes not so much.
To cut funding for after school programs.
To cut funding for a grant program that helps low-income students go to college.
To cut funding for mental health programs.
To cut funding for Early Childhood funding
To cap Pell Grants.
Betsy wanted to use the money she would save for school choice programs.
Betsy got squat!
Betsy Scissorhands, our Secretary of Education!
we've come to. Two old politicians threatening to kick each others ass. It's not even good entertainment. In fact, it's embarrassing. Lets put 'em both in the Royal Rumble and let 'em go at it. That'd be entertaining, and embarrassing, for them, not me. I'd watch. Kinda wonder what outfit Trump would come up with? Biden's would have a sense of style, I don't doubt that. My money would be on Joe, bet he has some smooth moves, like the Biden breakneck. Trump has the mouth tho', the taunting twist. Who coulda guessed?
Ratings Gold, WWE. Ratings Gold!
Archie Bunker was raw. The show was the band aid ripped from the wound exposing our ignorance, our hate, and our intolerance. Yes, it was funny. It was also reflective of how many Americans experienced life. We identified with the show much more than the clean cut idealized shows of the 50s and 60s such as 'Leave it to Beaver' and 'My Three Sons', which had nothing akin to American life, yet portrayed our lives in such a generic and antiseptic manner, that I thought my life was weird. My first impression of the show was simple. Originally, I wouldn't watch Archie because I thought the show was agonizing, but I caught on, understanding that good people can be idiots, that they can change, they can grow, leaving what they learned form their childhood in the dustbins of life.
of madness we go.
Xi, Erdogan, Un, Putin, all now masters of their universe for life. How? Why? Simple! Because they remove any personal responsibility in your life by creating scapegoats for you to blame for all your misfortunes. The subjects are fine with going to war, corruption, and scandal, as long as they have someone to blame, and the tyrants always offer up someone. Jews, Muslims, anyone that looks different, believes different. I've always believed that if a person has steak for dinner and apple pie for desert, the only other thing people need is someone to blame for their personal problems. They ain't going to be worried about their government. Even if that government is systematically destroying their democracy while they're feasting.
You might be able to, but you're going to have to die first!
Nectome wants to super deep freeze all your memories at the instant of your death in the hopes that scientists in the future can someday rebuild them and implant them in another body, perhaps even a cloned version of yourself. But what if they stuck my memories in a robot? Or a pig? Companies do strange shit when you don't pay your bills. They also make mistakes, like what if only my bad memories survived?
Yeah, I'm not in the mood to live forever. Might be tomorrow, but not today.
Americans are embedded with a suspicion of government. It's who we are, it's how we're raised, that suspicious eye being derived from our history, and weaved into our constitution. On one hand we trust our Government, and on the other, we're deeply aware of how government can fail it's people, and work to it's own, ugly agenda. There is no surprise that 75% of Americans believe in a deep state, a cabal of the powerful running the show, behind the scenes.
If you define deep state in the above manner, look around. It's not so deep, not so secretive, and in fact it's quite evident. The rich and powerful, be they major corporations or individuals, spend billions of dollars to exert their will, to push their agenda, agendas that often betray the American experience.
If you define deep state as Trump does, as a cabal of Obama, left leaning democrats embedded in key government positions for the sole purpose of dictating policies, and working against his administration, I'd ask to see the evidence. I'd want to know how that works, especially in light of how each incoming president appoints their own cabinet officials to voice their political ideologies and agendas. A newly elected democrat could easily claim the same of the right. He could fire the Director of the FBI, claiming the director was out to get him, wasn't following his new policies. That's not evidence of a secretive cabal, that's a disagreement between a man and his new boss.
I've never trusted our government to do the right thing, but not because of secret cabals of men working to their own ends, hidden deep in the offices of Washington, but rather because of money, and power. Of the two, money and power wins every time.
So... There's an actual whorehouse when men go to have sex with, wait for it, ...dolls! Rubber, latex dolls! While I'm known to engage in a little rubber and latex fun myself, I gotta chip in and say, they work best as accessories, not partners, or replacements for partners. And the cost, a hundred bucks a pop, more if you accidentally deflate one. Hell, I'd just stop by Target and buy a Barbie, then again, have you seen the cost of a new Barbie doll?
And so it goes.
There's a Colonial Viper out there with my name on it. Just got my application out in the mail, and I'm waiting to get scheduled for my physical. Any Cylons out there better start shitting their pants, cuz I'm on going to be the job.
I'd like to think we wouldn't militarize space, that we'd venture outward in global peace, as a unified species, but that ain't going to happen. Hell, half the crap in space at the moment is military grade super secret shit. Satellites, missile platforms, anti missile platforms, etc. I guess wherever we go, we take our baggage, and I'm guessing if there are any Cylons out their, they're either plotting to fuck with us big time, or to run as fast as their puny ships will take 'em. My guess is the former, Space Force or no Space force.
A couple of mothers walk into a mosque in Arizona, children in tow, and engage in a hate filled rant, the kids parroting their role models. Seems we're seeing more of this shit as time goes on. I have to wonder what's going on in a person's life to make them hateful, miserable souls, so much so, that their only sense of happiness is to spew hate, and take a sense of enjoyment that they're passing that legacy on with their kids. I guess thats it in a nutshell. Some people are so frickin' miserable with their lives, that they have to blame someone else for all their problems. People that are so lazy, they're unable to look in the mirror to see who the real low grades are.
You're not even close to being finished!