The Weeping Willows

Inside my world of fences are places where I go to dream.    Where the sun can’t get in and the monsters are not allowed.    I peek between the vines and see thousands of lost hopes and there are a few of mine left about. 

There in my realm tightly secure with a moat of thickets I laugh at the cries of the hideous demons.   Bullies each they stare but I assure my friends,   it is outside of my weeping willows that can’t get in.

The Mountain of Eye (I)

Below me are vast vistas and I think I have done it all.   And help is something I brush off like tiny snowflakes on my massive shoulders.  The air is here is rare and forbidding,  most of you feel dizzy but not I.   

I changes the clouds at my pleasure,   like play-doh structures I inscribe wit.  Then I chuckle as philosophies are made,   some silly cottage industry for those with shutters.   The ice and snow with their biting teeth surround me.   They sit on trees and fall with a thud.  You better not stand there.   Just saying.

I like to laugh but not too loud or I wait for the spring to cast off this shimmering shroud.  As it does I permit streamlets to form, with water so pure but only I can drink.    I might let you take a sip from others for sure,  but I won’t let you ingest the sum of my I best.

by Larry Olson,  01/15/2014

My Scepter

I sit high upon the throne or prone in my bed.   Changing the scenery with images in my head.   I lay waste to nonsense,  I am unflappable you see.   I manage the visions with great aplomb, the artists hand  quick to draw or retract.  I don’t need to erase things or bother with smudges,  like an etch-a-sketch with no rewind,  the image will do.

I like to be in control because it is a lot of fun and observing colorful birds with the eyes of the sun. There is nothing that I can’t do,  until I wake up from this dream

by Larry Olson,  01/15/2014

Toxic Little Bubbles.

I would love some mirrors around,  you know like credit card sized reflections that we could see and perhaps we could look at these and do an about-face with our own missteps and poor behavior. We like to see everyone else as we want to.   Assuming they have no where to go or problems of their own.

We almost act like they are there to amuse us and when we say ‘hi’  we expect a very limited response.    We kind of size them up and just to make sure,  we look up and then down and back up again.   We do this as kind of exclamation point,  leaving no doubt who we are and how important.  Then we get mad or put out because they put on a front.   They do this because they are uncomfortable our behavior.

If a person cuts us off in traffic we react hysterically even when we are at fault.   We get mad because they are mad at us.    We exist in our own little worlds.   Our faults like soapy bubbles that obscure our perspective.

Then when someone actually does mess with us,   we go off.   We tell everyone how evil they are and what we are going to do,   the next time we see them.  Of course we don’t but it sounded good at the time.

We hold onto our angry little bubbles rather than let them go.    They are our armor,  a hedge against dealing with our own shortcomings.    I often say to people what I feel and sometimes I am patently unfair.   That is if I have the heart to say it out loud.  Often times I act in a passive-aggressive fashion and then color the painting in jagged hues.

Take this thing we Alex Rodriguez.   Yes he did a lot wrong but is the reaction relevant to our own lives?    This is not like the Penn State thing though I do think it matters.  The problem is that we put this kind of trivial matter on a plane above the crying voices of the sick and hungry children and adults.

We parcel out our sympathy when it suits us.   Going after public figures as a way of mitigating the damage we have done to others.   I am no different but I do try to temper my own judgments with some perspective.   This thing with A-Rod is being exploited.   Let’s forget about the notion that he did what they say,  which he probably did.   But we act as if this relatively trivial matter compares to the victims in the Philippines.

And what Charlie Sheen does in his own private life he has to answer to.    Not me,  not my friends or a carnivorous news media.   The line between Tabloid Trash and let’s say the Trayvon Martin incident is a perfect example.   Another would be Jodi Arias and the girl who allegedly killed some guy in Italy.   Now there seems to be this drama surrounding her back in Italy.   I wonder if this is really about justice at all.

Our kids could be failing in school or they may be taking drugs.   We may have cheated on our spouse or did something to spite a neighbor.   Then we go and make fun of people who are like us except they may be rich or famous.   We totally forget that they do have feelings and being rich does not prevent that.  Ask a rich murderer about that.

I am pretty certain that the use of steroids and such is not rare in the game and especially when these players were so hot and famous.   The Commissioner,  the owners, players and managers of all kinds knew.    Today I saw an article that depicted A-Rod as a scumbag.

So this kind of manic behavior could easily be us and it might be in a limited kind of way.   We can all act like it is Christmas year round or we can keep on piling on because Lord knows we are not perfect.   I can imagine us telling our God that so and so did worse but we roll our eyes when kids say that.   I guess we know where they get that from.

Some of us like to berate Christians because right now that is a lot of fun for us.   I think if we spent a lot less time complaining about others and find something constructive.  Instead of condemning people maybe we can make a difference by relieving the hurt of others.

Of course those bubbles worked well so far <sic>!



Winter Games coming to a place like home. 01/14/2014

The above chart was early afternoon Monday and the next chart will be for Tuesday just below.  But there is another Low situated near the Northern Gulf of Mexico and that should push moisture along and ahead of the cold front.

Tuesday will present some tough issues as a double-barrel Lows are expected along the frontal boundary.   Complex because the Lows are kind of hanging up the Stationary Front into North and South Carolina.   Just how much water/moisture we fetch from the Carolina Costal area will determine how much people get especially in Greensboro and to the west of that city.

The key question for Wednesday is the Low that is hung up over North Carolina and the potential snows especially for extreme Western North Carolina.     I would expect near Greensboro to get for the snows,  if any,  probably to be short-lived. 

The Water Vapor Satellite Image is good for deducing where the moisture is at.   If this shows no moisture then it is probably clear.    At time this time I see no snow in this forecast for Greensboro eastward.     Meteorologist Larry Olson

Silence Like Glass!!

I saw a deeply disturbing movie called ‘Silence Like Glass’.

The main star ‘Jamie Gertz’ was a young woman suddenly faced with her mortality.   At one point her virginity was called into question as she pondered giving IT up.   The idea she may never be healthy again.    Her roommate was jade an equally young lady seeing her own hand slip through her fingers like sand from an hour glass.   Both these girls were late teens feeling the sting of reality.

A lot has changed since that movie but cancer has reared it’s ugly head in my own life as a cousin has breast cancer.     But cancer is a beast,   it has no heart.   Like the gorilla and a Zebra by a vicious predator.   The Hyena killed both and I felt kind of bad but life is like that,  and many times mostly sad.

These two girls,  beautiful in strength,   Jamie’s roommate was reconciled to death while Jamie gave the staff a piece of her mind.    The hours seemed to slowly click misadventure following  misadventure.

The girl is at first appalled at her roommate at how she can be so lost.   I understand that loneliness,  fear and apprehension.    The dove circles and flutters with wings of angel’s hair while demons take shots at her body and her faith.

The doom glows more brightly,  the walls cave in,  the line between day and night grows weak.

The roommate eventually dies but I feel like these lost girls, a hopeless diamond in a sea of turmoil,  both innocent and guilty,  the egg or the chicken.

But really I prefer the darkness and the rain, because the light always caused so much pain.

This silence I prefer to this continuous hell,  where children fade into headstones and menus become irrelevant and harps softly sing,  it is the end,  the end of this sad thing.

Stand up and be heard!! The Abuse of Women and the culture of Narcissism

Many of you women are playing right into the hands of the classic ‘Misogynist’.   These ersatz men live in ‘Man Caves’ lined with the tears of forgotten dreams.   Admired by your youth and looks,  these men like Hugh Hefner and Larry Flynt  know the difference between young girl and a lady of means and experience.

This ugliness is not exclusive to this country.   In many underdeveloped countries the fate to women are even worse.  In fact,  the rate of rapes is 0.844 per 1,000 people.   This percentage dwarfs the number in percentage for any place else in the world.   It appears as the crime of preference and remember these are weighted averages.

A few years ago I kept hearing the term ‘LBFM’,  Little Brown Fuck Machine’.   This was an insult to ladies of the Philippines.   The tears of these girls and young women is a cautionary tale.  For if you are found to be one of these,  Have Mercy on your Soul.  I would imagine you have no soul.     Just know this,  you allude to a woman with that term you and I,  will have a serious problem.   I  have a 25 year old daughter and suffering makes us stronger but that doesn’t erase the trauma.   And little boys and in some cases,  men have been nearly ruined much as the 11 year who was killed.

I guess you can say that their life is not so hot.    The basic problem is that the victimizer does not see a person.   And rather than stop the predator,  it may actually encourage them because this is what they wanted.   If I were the King for a Day,  sex education would educate an entire family.    The full weight of impact would rest like a heavy yoke and the emotions by children,  women and the elderly would be tangibly felt.

Right now the predator lies in wait,  far more clever than any fox.   And the system of deterrence is but an afterthought because deterrence only deters the ones that care.    There are so many considerations here and we take the legalistic every time and we see how that works, time and again.   The politicians love to make laws.   It is like calling a street MLK but then doing nothing else than shake hands and win elections.   Who is benefitting here?   Because you see,  it is like ‘System of a Down’ and the song, “They’re trying to build a prison”.    This is more a money maker than a solution.   Instead of ostracizing family members against each other,  let’s prevent this shit in the first place.

People can say they are against crime and what do they do?   Hide behind computers,  lists and titles and think this matters,  when in fact,  the whole legal system is a moneymaker.   All told,  they only care about the symbolic act of creating a better world and if it fits with these ideologues agenda all the better.   Meanwhile children die or grow up to be bitter.  Battered women commit suicide or burn the bastard in his bed.   I am not saying all women are good,  but what I am saying is we pay lip service to change.

In  the projects in Chicago many blacks have had it with all politicians and this includes President Obama.        The unvarnished truth here.   These youngins see death and the environment of abuse that gets passed onto their own women.   Whole communities are held at abeyance.   People are waking up to reality and the biggest reality is that women and children are being abused every day and to a lesser extent men.

We all need to make this a cooperative effort.   There are people dying all over the world.   And I cannot see how we can build brand new aircraft only to have them sent to the aircraft graveyard at Davis Monthan AFB.   Did you know, this is the only base that makes money?

So tell me,  why can’t we provide for people in need?  Well part of the problem are those in the community who profit off poverty.  Another is that many are black who exploit needy people.   Some have cute little programs with no real efficacy.   It puts a few people on the employment rolls like the Census takers and not even that.    Let me explain this:   XYZ Company tells prospective job seekers that everyone can get hired.    And some of these actually can but the point here is that they cater to the longterm unemployed.    Many who have no education,   who have criminal records and maybe have a substance abuse problem.

And while we  bust some shitheads dealing dangerous drugs,  far too many are just heads or want a brief break from the poverty.  The especially influential few can do this on the down low while the vast majority cannot.   Furthermore there will be widespread legalization of Marijuana and the reason will not be to help anyone but their political and government coffers.

And to those who have records,   many cannot be employed for a variety of reasons.

This affects women because more serious drug users and I include alcohol are subjecting people to all sorts of  mayhem.   Neither party is innocent but this is not about them.   Many of them are useless and we can no longer say that it is the Republican’s fault because that is just rhetoric.

Oh and feminism does not mean man haters.   No by a long stretch!   Do you think that girls being raped and talking about it is some kind of radical feminism?   You know the answer to this.   And not everyone is a racist white guy or the average white person’s fault.   That too is a straw dog.   It appeals to zealots and miscreants who want to spew ideas that fulminate in racism and reverse racism.   It is time to fix ourselves and our communities because as I see it,   just like the N’ word,  we have the C’word and other notions associated with women that is merely misogyny.    And I believe women need to stop this too.   If we are telling blacks not to drop the N Bomb,  then we need to stop dropping hot grease into the fire and then be surprised when our women are destroyed by friendly fire.