Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Christmas

Merry  Christmas to whoever may ever happen by. Peace & Love. Bruce

Sunday, December 16, 2012

It's just a ride - Happy Birthday Bill Hicks

The world is like a ride in an amusement park and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly colored and it's very loud and it's fun...for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question "Is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered and they come back to us, they say "Hey don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride... and we kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up!" "Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us ever notice that? And let the demons run amok... ...but it doesn't matter...because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now - between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride... Take all that money we spend on weapons and defense each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over - not one human being excluded - and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer... forever, in peace. - Bill Hicks

What war?

Everyone is talking about a war on Christmas, I haven't seen it. Give me specific examples and maybe I'll buy it. I choose to say happy holidays because not everyone I know is a Christian, so speaking in general terms this is my way of being inclusive. I call it Christmas because that's been the tradition in my family. I think this 'war' is just divisive bullshit

Sunday, July 8, 2012



By John Cleese  (British writer, actor and tall person):

The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent events in Syria
and have therefore raised their security level from "Miffed" to
"Peeved." Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to
"Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross." The English have not
been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran
out. Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to "A Bloody
Nuisance." The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning
level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.

The Scots have raised their threat level from "Pissed Off" to "Let's get
the Bastards." They don't have any other levels. This is the reason they
have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.

The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror
alert level from "Run" to "Hide." The only two higher levels in France
are "Collaborate" and "Surrender." The rise was precipitated by a recent
fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing
the country's military capability.

Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly"
to "Elaborate Military Posturing." Two more levels remain: "Ineffective
Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."

The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance"
to "Dress in Uniform and Sing Marching Songs." They also have two higher
levels: "Invade a Neighbour" and "Lose."

Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat
they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels.

The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy.
These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish
navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.

Australia , meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to
"She'll be alright, Mate." Two more escalation levels remain: "Crikey! I
think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend!" and "The barbie is
cancelled." So far no situation has ever warranted use of the last final escalation level.

~ John Cleese - British writer, actor and tall person

A final thought -" Greece is collapsing, the Iranians are getting
aggressive, and Rome is in disarray. Welcome back to 430 BC."

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Da God-father

I received an e-mail from someone recently that was rather unsettling. It contained photographs of famous people who have met horrible and untimely deaths. The first picture was of one of my heroic figures, John Lennon. The gist of the message was that since John made that innocuous statement that The Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ (and they were) he was mocking the Almighty. As a result of this, John Lennon was shot several times and killed on that fateful night. 

I guess of all the entities in the universe God would have known how to create ‘da right guy to get da job done’. So it seems the Supreme Being took out a contract on poor John, and subsequently created the hit-man,Mark Chapman.

What an evil, vile thought that is. (I guess some e-mail blocking is in order.)

Monday, April 23, 2012

Thursday, April 5, 2012

My other blog.

I will be concentrating on an alternate blog. Something on a more personal level.The Village Gimp. Please stop by, but is still in the beginning stages.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Why I will no longer use Facebook.

 A Facebook status I would like to give to my Facebook 'friends':

My reason to use Facebook was simply to get my head out of this box I live in everyday and reach out and connect to the world out there. This anticipated connection in reality has become a great disconnect. Originally I saw this as a way to maintain current and possibly rekindle past relationships. For someone like me, this ‘social’ technology seemed like a godsend to compensate for my inability to get out and about and interact with people in my life, and especially so for those who live far away.
In time it became evident to me that a profile picture and a few well-chosen typed words are a sorry replacement for actual conversation in the physical presence of another human being. Missing are the nuanced facial expressions, a touch on the arm or a smile that one would share with someone in conversation, which keep the interaction genuine.
Now what happens is this ridiculous need for validation that we feel.  We have this great thought or bit of information that we think will get an overwhelming response from ‘friends’, but nothing. Automatically our assumption machine kicks in and paints all kinds of reasons and fictions explaining their lack of interest in our brilliant comments. Now we are left with no reference point to work from, left in a sort of limbo of self-doubt and insecurity. To prevent risking devastating blow to our egos we choose not to say anything at all, which also inhibits potential responders. Communication then becomes non-communication; which is the complete antithesis of the purpose of a social network to begin with. I know less about everyone now than I did before. At least before I had my delusions of who people really were or shadows of a memory of someone you knew in the past.
I’m basically weary of being constantly barraged with people pushing their religious and spiritual viewpoints, their political agendas, how to be happy, how much they love their children and selling their products. I’m all for people believing whatever they want and doing their thing but none of it rings true to me. Of course everyone loves their spouses and children and believes this or that. I just don’t want to hear about it.
So what I was looking for, and never found, was someone to tell me how they are doing or what they have really been up to since I’ve seen them. Just thoughtful honest conversation, let’s call it socializing.  What I see, though, is a disconnection, a detached participation and a fear of sharing thoughts that leaves me with a feeling of disappointment. I liken it to feeling alone in a roomful of people who don’t speak. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with anyone I chose to friend. It’s just the nature of the ‘social media’ beast that we are all caught up in that I really have a problem with. It offers us the illusion of reality that has actually become unreal.
I’ll probably come back once in a while but not as much. There’s so many things I want to do and very little time to do them so I’ll do them instead.  Like the song line of one of my favorite songwriters says, “So long, it's been good to know yuh. This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' along.” And when I die I want my epitaph to read “At least he fucking tried.”

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012


I had my PEG tube replaced today. Minimal pain but disconcerting to say the least. I shouldn't complain about things that keep me alive but I have realized that eating food is sometimes the difference between living and existing. I am following through with my effort to eat again. So far, so good.

Monday, January 2, 2012

New year, New start.

I’ve been awake since 1:30 this AM. It wasn’t really a bad thing just happens from time to time. For me the stillness in that hour allows me to meditate on things in my life that need attention or change. Without all of the daytime distractions I come up with some viable solutions and insight into my life as a whole. How I deal with difficult relationships, muscular dystrophy and everything that comes along with it and issues with my sons.

The thoughts that came in the forefront of this episode of insomnia was the way I squander my time. I tend to procrastinate and waste time quite often playing computer games and such. Needless to say, I don’t feel I have the luxury of time to waste. I set a goal for myself to organize my time better. Another big issue is the fact that I’m on tube-feeding and pretty much gave up on the possibility of eating again. I based that assumption on ‘medical professional’s’ that have tried to help me to eat telling me that I might choke to death and much to my detriment I believed them. But I’ve since taken a different viewpoint and believe now that I may have given up too soon. I decided to make one more attempt at eating solid food before the end of 2012, on my own. I won’t get hung up on deadlines, time frames or expectations of my attempt.

So these are the top 2 of my goals or new year’s resolutions, if you will; my success or failure in my plans will depend largely on my belief that I can or can’t accomplish them. I believe they are attainable.