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Here with the Weather Forecast for those of you Traveling to CrAzY Town is Grammy Mary
For those of you being Driven In on I&A Way, it’s Raining Cats & Dogs, but once you get past Ben Dover Road it eases off to just a Few Poodles.
If you’re taking the Train….. Ozzy has just informed me that he is Almost Topped Off with his GO Juice! The Tracks are Clear and you should arrive right on schedule.
Finally, if you are Flying In on Cuckoo’s Nest Airlines, there appears to be quite a bit of Turbulence Over the Belfry due to the Bats feeling a bit agitated this morning, but you should experience Smooth Sailing once you get Over the Rainbow.
I hope to See You Soon….. I’ll leave the Door Unlocked & The Lights On….. but I probably won’t be Home
Film @ 11:00
A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age, she considered herself to be very liberal, and among other liberal ideals, was very much in favor of higher taxes to support more government programs, in other words redistribution of wealth.
She was deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch conservative, a feeling she openly expressed. Based on the lectures that she had participated in, and the occasional chat with a professor, she felt that her father had for years harbored an evil, selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.
One day she was challenging her father on his opposition to higher taxes on the rich and the need for more government programs.
The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father. He responded by asking how she was doing in school.
Taken aback, she answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know that it was tough to maintain, insisting that she was taking a very difficult course load and was constantly studying, which left her no time to go out and party like other people she knew. She didn’t even have time for a boyfriend, and didn’t really have many college friends because she spent all her time studying.
Her father listened and then asked, “How is your friend Audrey doing?”
She replied, “Audrey is barely getting by. All she takes are easy classes, she never studies and she barely has a 2.0 GPA. She is so popular on campus; college for her is a blast. She’s always invited to all the parties and lots of times she doesn’t even show up for classes because she’s too hung over.”
Her wise father asked his daughter, “Why don’t you go to the Dean’s office and ask him to deduct 1.0 off your GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0. That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA.”
The daughter, visibly shocked by her father’s suggestion, angrily fired back,
“That’s a crazy idea, how would that be fair! I’ve worked really hard for my grades! I’ve invested a lot of time, and a lot of hard work! Audrey has done next to nothing toward her degree. She played while I worked my tail off!”
The father slowly smiled, winked and said gently, “Welcome to the conservative side of the fence.”
If you ever wondered what side of the fence you sit on, this is a great test!
If a conservative doesn’t like guns, he doesn’t buy one.
If a liberal doesn’t like guns, he wants all guns outlawed.
If a conservative is a vegetarian, he doesn’t eat meat.
If a liberal is a vegetarian, he wants all meat products banned for everyone.
If a conservative is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation.
A liberal wonders who is going to take care of him.
If a conservative doesn’t like a talk show host, he switches channels.
Liberals demand that those they don’t like be shut down.
If a conservative is a non-believer, he doesn’t go to church.
A liberal non-believer wants any mention of God and Jesus silenced.
If a conservative decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it.
A liberal demands that the rest of us pay for his.
If a conservative reads this, he’ll share it so his friends can have a good laugh.
A liberal will delete it because he’s/she’s “offended.”
Well, I forwarded it…
We’re Having a PARTY, We’re Putting on A Show…
Oh, We’re Having a PARTY, With All the People In The Know!
Rebloodlicans & Demoncraps, Standing Toe to Toe…
Wining & Dining on Only the Best, Enjoying the Perks of Their High-Falutin Role….
Oh, The Press has been Invited, With Cameras In Tow…..
Recording & Reporting the “Grand Event”, For “The Masses” Don’t cha know….
Because YOU are Not Invited, You Moldable Little Sott……
However, You WILL Be Expected to Pick Up the Tab,
Now Move Along….. Get Back To Work…… VOTE HARDER….. Chop-Chop!
THIS JUST IN…… Details are Sketchy (and so are the participants)
From what this Reporter is able to gather, This morning, A half asleep, unsuspecting, sweet little old lady stepped into a Cyber-room and was Shot for Impersonating a Duck! Yes, you read that right…. A DUCK! This Reporter is unsure how Eeyore Footie Pajamas even Remotely resemble a Duck….. and I haven’t had an opportunity to interview the culprit yet…… but that’s beside the point….. I’ll make up something by the time this goes to Press….. something to do with Demon Weed…… that should stir the masses!
Back to the story….. Witnesses state that the Sweet Little Old Lady retaliated with a shot of her own but unfortunately, it was only a flesh wound and the culprit was able to escape to another Chatroom. By the time the S.L.O.L. was able to catch up with him, she had found that he had met up with a cohort who supplied him with fresh ammo and then ducked for cover….. (the lily livered varment) apparently hoping to just Hide & Watch the Carnage that was about to Ensue!
This is where things get sketchy….. according to Witness Statements….. the UnImaginable Happened….. this S.L.O.L. whipped out TWO Rapid Fire Nerf Guns and Opened Fire, nailing the Two Culprits and several innocent bystanders as she dove behind the couch! Oh the Humanities….. Chatters Scrambling Willy-Nilly for Cover…… Most unsure of what was going on….. and a few (you know the ones) that just sat there and watched….. with nary an “Eh” muttered.
At this time, no Real Injuries have been Reported…. the Instigator can be seen sipping his coffee and firing up his bubbler (I KNEW that Demon Weed was involved!)….. his Cohort seems to be looking for Another Pot to Stir…… the other chatters have settled back down to their regular Clicketty-Clack…… and from behind the couch, a muted “Fuck’n Meow” can be heard. When this Reporter ventured over to the couch to see if there was Anything I could do….. the only reply I got was “I’m FINE…..Just Bring Me My Fuck’n Crayons & a Blanket…..”
As I Report this to You, I wonder…… could this be an indication of what is to come…… could this be the Beginning of the End…… or the Beginning of the Beguine? Perhaps it’s too soon to tell…..but rest assured, This Reporter Will Not Rest until I find out How Eeyore Footie Jammies Look Like a DUCK!
Now, Back to your Regularly Scheduled Scrolling……. Film @ 11
I See SO Many People Trying SO Hard to Convince Others of How WRONG They Are…. In Their Thoughts, In Their Words, In Their Deeds….. TELLING Them that They MUST Follow The Leader….. and They would Take It Upon Themselves to LEAD the Masses.
Well, I Don’t WANT or NEED a “Leader”….. but a Light would be Handy. You See, A “Leader” doesn’t care if there’s Light…. The “Leader” Knows The Way (so they say)….. and will DRAG You, if necessary, through Mud & Muck & Brambles…. Over Burning Coals & Broken Glass & Jagged Rocks….. For Your Own Good, of course, to Reach THEIR Goal….. (toughen up buttercup, cuts & bruises & broken bones build character). Oh, and if that “Goal” turns out to be a Shyte-Hole…. well, Be Prepared to “Take One for The Team” ’cause Your Name just Changed to “ScapeGoat”…..
Now, A Light also Doesn’t CARE How Many Obstacles are In The Way…… It just Does It’s Job by Illuminating the Area so You can Pick Your OWN Path. A Light Really doesn’t have a Goal Either except to SHINE….. oh sure, sometimes that Light needs a Little Help from others….. you know, Flipping a Switch or Pushing a Button…… but seriously, A Light is Perfectly Content with either Resting or Shining….. because That’s What It Does…. and it’s Good with That.
So, The Next Time Someone “Offers” to Be My Leader…. I don’t know about the rest of Y’all…. but I’m simply gonna ask…… “Hey Buddy, Ya Got a Light?” (PuffPuffPass Don’tcha Know 😉 )
It was a skin blistering hot Tuesday morning when I was invited to support the political candidate of my choice and a little air conditioning might have been the thing I needed that day. I noticed even though there were 57 choices not one candidate said or did anything that remotely interested me so I chose the heat. Looking back at the situation not going was the best answer to this epic decision.
Politics incites violence and division. Name one instance where a conflict was solved with either diplomacy or violence, they just go on and on making us corporate enemies to protect the state. They are trying to sell you war, they are trying to sell you exceptionalism and they are lying with every breath they steal.
All the energy wasted telling and entertaining lies is how we got to where we are now. Its not the elite, its not the politicians, its us. We all get frothy around the mouth saying Hillary should go to prison or by making fun of Trump for his stupid immigration ideas. These people don’t solve problems. They are jesters on a stage, nary a brain cell could be found among them and the crowd begs them to continue, maybe we will defeat the terrorists and live in democracy is the tune they hum and we all know government is bad for everybody except the government.
The governments equally incite violence and create the division within the group that really doesn’t exist in the first place. Political partys are like tits. How can you favor one tit over the other tit? The people who claim to stand in your defense against the doers of evil are representatives of the doers of evil pretending that evil exists. Does Coke, Monsanto or Glencore mean anything to anybody? Research them who believe they own you and stop begging them to own you.
The front men for these corporations fly around the world telling their sheep to conserve and think of the other guy as they fuck life up for the average Joe through the most ridiculous displays of greed and narcissism ever performed in a public venue. One of the best cons the fed promoted was advertising in central and south america to send their poorest to the USA for a new beginning with the financial backing of the host government and telling the citizens they are entering illegally. Owning land is such a huge lie it leads people to be concerned about all the wrong problems. Is there a difference between being an immigrant and being a settler?
Like what is happening to Palestine, victimize the aggressor and play games with the truth by blaming a land grab on a religion based lie that most of us don’t dare to challenge. We engage in popular rhetoric or religious wars we don’t know anything about to stay irresponsible unless you consider researching a myth research. Like religion politics is man made but the writers claim divine inspiration to explain their ridiculous tales of snakes, ribs and big boats that carried big animals. The masses use emotional weakness and the suffering of others as a foundation to toot the horn of their personal authority, so the average Joe seems comfortable on his knees begging for somebody else to do something.
My assessment of the political theater I am watching earns these asshats a big thumbs down the only accomplishment they take credit for is destruction. Everything they touch turns to shit and all who participate are forced to fight each other to attain the correct answer. Could this design be the cause and not the cure?
There is a moment that arrives when the fear of the unknown is less terrifying than the knowledge of the known, at that instant a decision is made and in a flash life takes a new direction.
Leaving normal is frowned upon by those who profit from or believe they make the wheels of normal turn and the crowd begs for the chains of safety and security, because as we all know, safety first is the cry of the hopelessly indoctrinated. I never did understand what safety has to do with the unknown, so society in their collective superiority created an explanation for my own good.
Society made lists of rules to be obeyed with strict guidelines and regulations complete with detailed punishments for disobeying.
As the leadership brags about the freedoms and the security their untrained, heavily armed enforcement professionals have kept for them, they ignore the average Joe that is expected to do as they are commanded by a stranger with what appears to be a shiny badge and a loaded weapon.
Its barbed wire or rope
Imagine a world where people live in peace and prosperity, now forget it, it is not in the plans of the shit heads running your life down the toilette. Hillary was digging her claws into the terrorists must be stopped rhetoric without participating herself. She got her sheep to carry that dead horse for her through the deception of 911.
Then her supporter Trump agreed to play the part of her worthy adversary, prompting the ignorant rah rah voters of the other stupid party to stay violent and hate victims of US business aggression carried out by the Military using every dirty trick and misdirection their team of experts in congress could find.
Here we sit in 2016 awaiting the opportunity to get Obama out and change the smell of shit in the oval office and the public laps it up like its a tasty treat fit for a debt slave.
Is this the best we can do as a collective?
The night that Obooboo and Putinitin met was what we were all waiting to see, the meeting of the powerful decision makers, a no holds barred, winner take all fight to the death! At last we could get to the end of the endless fighting and come to a barbaric settlement that all would feel good about.
The crowd was on their feet, screaming for their chosen to succeed in the final conflict that would ultimately unite all of us whether we liked it or not. The one nighter started all those years ago had devolved into a love hate relationship that would result in, the two worst dogs joining forces to consummate their fiendish union and become one. The lesson we all learned that night was, people will do anything to survive.