Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Call each thing by its right name...

If you're black, white, asian, arabic or whatever I have some advice that will serve you well. Don't be an asshole! Looters and arsonists are assholes. Unfortunately these people overshadow the regular Americans who feel slighted, right or wrong, who want to bring attention to a potential problem. So now I have to endure the endless stories or articles backing up particular individual's contention that all members of a group are the same. Generalizations are the tool of lazy thinkers who are mired in their own obtuseness. At least have the courage to admit to others or even yourself that you don't care too much for an ethnic group as a whole. I know that anyway, but I don't give a shit, you're the one who has to reconcile that with your conscience or your god. So instead of playing passive aggressive head games, hinting at who you really are, try evolving and join the enlightened.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Thank You

The term homeless veteran should not exist. They go off and do our country’s dirty work come home get called a hero by people who don’t know the meaning of the word. Praised and thanked then ignored. Then we enact laws in a number of cities to make homelessness illegal where even feeding them is a crime. Talk about kicking people when they’re down. Even with the epidemic of veteran suicides we do nothing. Then we have holidays to honor them falsely so we can sleep at night. Yes, we should honor and thank them, but we as a people can do better than half-hearted salutes. Don’t mean to be a downer but I’ve developed a strong addiction to the truth these days.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Sunday, July 13, 2014

No Good Guys

It’s difficult to know who the biggest scumbags are in the conflict in Israel. Is it the Palestinian extremists who fire their weapons from highly populated areas knowing a response from Israel will surely kill children? Or the Israeli government which actually kill children and innocents in the way? The Palestinians will exploit these deaths to further their cause saying see how evil the enemy is they kill children. The Israelis will exploit this as well saying see how evil they are for putting children in harm’s way. The thing that disturbs me the most are the US flags painted on the side of those rockets and bombs that kill. There are no good guys.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Orwell quotes.

For my unfortunate friends who believe everything they see on TV/ social media

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Dreamland - Edgar Allan Poe


By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule. 

Monday, March 31, 2014

The Afterlife Dysfunction

Theoretical physicist Frederik Van Der Veken about The Afterlife Dysfunction:

Saturday, March 22, 2014

The Genius of the Crowd read by Charles Bukowski

Bukowski by XLanig

Charles Bukowski quote from 'Ham On Rye'

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you , until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating , having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves.

                                     -Charles Bukowski from Ham On Rye

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

“Read poetry every day of your life. Poetry is good because it flexes muscles you don’t use often enough. Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand. And, above all, poetry is compacted metaphor or simile. Such metaphors, like Japanese paper flowers, may expand outward into gigantic shapes. Ideas lie everywhere through the poetry books, yet how rarely have I heard short story teachers recommending them for browsing. What poetry? Any poetry that makes your hair stand up along your arms. Don’t force yourself too hard. Take it easy. Over the years you may catch up to, move even with, and pass T. S. Eliot on your way to other pastures. You say you don’t understand Dylan Thomas? Yes, but your ganglion does, and your secret wits, and all your unborn children. Read him, as you can read a horse with your eyes, set free and charging over an endless green meadow on a windy day.”

                                                                                 ~Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

Monday, February 24, 2014

David Gilmour Sings Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Bob Marley's Birthday

I’m trying to think of a way to celebrate Bob Marley’s birthday today. Maybe I’ll be Rasta ganja-mon for a day. Don’t judge - it’s freedom of religion and all that shit. Anyway, I have a prescription. I heard Glenn Beck say that it cures MD. If Glenn says it, it must be true.  Even if it doesn’t I don’t think I’ll give a damn anyway.

What does Bob represent to me? He represents freedom or the desire to achieve it. Not your run-of-the-mill freedom to be obtuse and regressive but the freedom to live and let live and the freedom to allow people to be who they really are.  So far we haven’t evolved enough to achieve that but instead choose to live with fear and hatred for people who challenge us with a different way of looking at things. It’s evident to me that no one seems to believe in what they say they believe in. If we did all of this could be possible. Happy birthday Bob Marley and pass that over to me!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Joseph Campbell

“Mythology is very fluid. Most of the myths are self-contradictory. You may even find four or five myths in a given culture, all giving different versions of the same mystery. Then theology comes along and says it has got to be just this way. Mythology is poetry, and the poetic language is very flexible. "Religion turns poetry into prose. God is literally up there, and this is literally what he thinks, and this is the way you’ve got to behave to get into proper relationship with that god up there.”
                               ~Joseph Campbell, “The Power of Myth"