A fish downstream.

Remember, a dead fish can flow downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.
W.C.  Fields

The War of the Worlds inside my mind.    Anxiety and Depression on one side,  Seizures and Epilepsy, on the other.  Like a nation,  in the midst of battle, participants languish there,  while politicians ponder the narratives.

An excuse to gloss over the  acts of war.    Inside my brain,  little battles rapidly coalesce .  The net effect being like a lost street, now overgrown.  Confusion,  malaise and the lost synapses, brooding in contempt for each other.

 

Between anti-convulsants and pills for depression,  my anxiety,  like a bastard knife ,  penetrates my thoughts. The anxiety causes depression and I float along, until a seizure or the waves of confusion awaken to the thrust of reality,   into the middle of a battle. A place, I cannot identify.

Stars are no good,  for navigation.  They mix like a cup of Alphabet soap.  In there somewhere, I am. Groggily picking my way.  Upstream or down,  I cannot tell.   On this planet,    I dwell wearily.

Larry, 19–

Weather. Spring-like today!

http://doubledownweather.weebly.com/

Here is some of the best weather forecasting for the World of Outlaws, just click on the link, Mike Scott is my airname.

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Arctic Oscillation has a profound affect upon our weather  as cold air rushes out of Canada and Alaska,  Mountainous area tend to dry these systems out.

In the negative phases of AO, colder weather can subside into the SE US.  The trouble happens (ice and snow) when a Miller-B climate pattern exists.  Warm overruning, warm air going over the cold air and falls through that airmass,   Mid-latitude storms (Lows and troughs) spin that ‘

The Miller-B Climate Pattern induces cyclogenesis (Low Pressue Area)  Ex:  Cape Hatteras.  Italy has the same set-up,  pushing warm maritime moisture over the colder air.   Alaska’s temperatures are a precursor,  for what we see across the Tennessee Valley and into the southeast USA.

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    Pocatello,  ID.
Wind: N 6 MPHRH: 84%DewPt: 7 °F  More Details (KPIH)     XML View
Event:Winter Weather Advisory
Alert:…WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY NOW IN EFFECT UNTIL 2 PM MST THIS AFTERNOON… * IMPACTS/TIMING…SNOW WILL GRADUALLY END WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON. EXPECT SLICK ROADS EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING. *

SNOW ACCUMULATIONS…AN ADDITIONAL INCH IS POSSIBLE. * LOCATIONS…MAINLY LOCATIONS ALONG AND EAST OF INTERSTATE 15. INCLUDING IDAHO FALLS…BLACKFOOT…REXBURG…POCATELLO AND SODA SPRINGS.

Instructions:A WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY FOR SNOW MEANS THAT PERIODS OF SNOW WILL CAUSE PRIMARILY TRAVEL DIFFICULTIES. BE PREPARED FOR SNOW COVERED ROADS AND LIMITED VISIBILITIES…AND USE CAUTION WHILE DRIVING.

Target Area:Caribou Highlands
Lower Snake River Plain
Upper Snake Highlands
Upper Snake River Plain

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URGENT – WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE BUFFALO NY 925 AM EST WED DEC 30 2015 NYZ007-008-301700- /O.EXT.KBUF.ZR.Y.0002.000000T0000Z-151230T1700Z/

JEFFERSON-LEWIS- INCLUDING THE CITIES OF…WATERTOWN…LOWVILLE 925 AM EST WED DEC 30 2015 …FREEZING RAIN ADVISORY NOW IN EFFECT UNTIL NOON EST TODAY… * LOCATIONS…JEFFERSON AND LEWIS COUNTIES…ESPECIALLY NORTHERN PORTIONS. * TIMING…THROUGH LATE THIS MORNING. * ACCUMULATIONS…A GLAZE OF LESS THAN A TENTH OF AN INCH. *

IMPACTS…OCCASIONAL LIGHT FREEZING RAIN AND FREEZING DRIZZLE WILL BRING SOME LIGHT ICE ACCUMULATIONS THROUGH LATE THIS MORNING. ANY UNTREATED OR ELEVATED SURFACES ARE ESPECIALLY SUSCEPTIBLE TO ICING…WHICH CAN MAKE FOR SLICK TRAVEL CONDITIONS. USE CAUTION AND ALLOW EXTRA TIME IF TRAVELING THIS MORNING.

PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS… A FREEZING RAIN ADVISORY IS ISSUED WHEN ICING IS EXPECTED IN THE AFFECTED AREAS…BUT NOT ENOUGH TO DISRUPT TRAVEL OR DAMAGE TREES AND POWER LINES. INSTEAD…PATCHES OF ICE WILL CAUSE SLICK SPOTS ON ROADWAYS AND SIDEWALKS. WALKING AND DRIVING COULD THEREFORE BE DIFFICULT…BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE. STAY TUNED TO NOAA WEATHER RADIO OR YOUR FAVORITE SOURCE OF WEATHER INFORMATION FOR THE LATEST UPDATES.

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Floyd Parton was a SMSgt in the Air Force’s ‘Air Weather Service’.   He also served at Hickam AB, HI in the Solar Observations and then retired and worked with the Treasury Department in Kentucky.

It has been around two years since Floyd passed due to complications of ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease).  This illness has been known to occur at higher rates amongst the military community.   


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For More detailed weather go to the fourth page in the dropdown menu of the upper right corner of this.
Forecast: 

Cloudy skies with light rains will be experienced over the regions of Ilocos, Cordillera and Cagayan. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated light rains will be experienced over metro manila and the rest of Luzon. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated rainshowers or thunderstorms will prevail over Visayas and Mindanao.

Moderate to strong winds coming from the northeast will prevail over Northern Luzon and its coastal waters will be moderate to rough. Elsewhere, winds will be light to moderate blowing from the northeast with slight to moderate seas.

Maulap na kalangitan na may mahinang pag-ulan ang mararanasan sa mga rehiyon ng Ilocos, Cordillera at Cagayan. Bahagyang maulap hanggang sa maulap na kalangitan na may pulu-pulong mahinang mga pag-ulan ang mararanasan sa Metro Manila at nalalabing bahagi ng Luzon. Bahagyang maulap hanggang sa maulap na papawirin na may pulu-pulong mga pag-ulan o pagkidlat-pagkulog ang iiral sa Kabisayaan at Mindanao.

Katamtaman hanggang sa malakas na hangin mula sa hilagang-silangan ang iiral sa Hilagang Luzon at ang mga baybaying dagat nito ay magiging katamtaman hanggang sa maalon. Sa ibang dako, ang hangin ay magiging mahina hanggang sa katamtaman mula sa hilagang-silangan na may banayad hanggang sa katamtamang pag-alon ng karagatan.



DECEMBER 2015 

RPMM: 290600 

AREA SYNOPSIS AND 24-HOUR SHIPPING FORECAST

BEGINNING: 291200 

SYNOPSIS:
Issued at: 5:00 PM today, 30 December 2015
Valid Beginning: 5:00 PM today until 5:00 PM tomorrow

Synopsis:

Northeast Monsoon affecting Northern Luzon.

FORECAST:

Cloudy skies with light to moderate rains and isolated thunderstorms will be experienced over Eastern Visayas and Bicol Region. Cloudy skies with light rains will prevail over Cagayan Valley and the provinces of Aurora and Quezon. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated light rains will be experienced over Metro Manila and the rest of Luzon. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated rainshowers or thunderstorms will prevail over the rest of the country.

Moderate to strong winds coming from the northeast will prevail over Northern Luzon and its coastal waters will be moderate to rough. Elsewhere, winds will be light to moderate blowing from the northeast with slight to moderate seas.

TERMINAL AREA FORECASTS (TAF)


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301100Z  3012/3118  09010KT 9999 FEW025 SCT100 TX31/3106Z TN23/3021Z TEMPO 3012/3018  08005KT FEW023 TEMPO 3018/3023 VRB02KT TEMPO 3101/3107  04011KT FEW025 BKN100=

TAF RPVM

301100Z 3012/3112  07008KT 9999 FEW020  TX31/3106Z TN21/3022Z TEMPO 3012/3018  04005KT FEW020 SCT080=

TAF RPLB
301100Z 3012/3112  07008KT 9999 FEW020  TX31/3106Z TN21/3022Z TEMPO 3012/3018  04005KT FEW020 SCT080=

TAF RPLC
301100Z 3012/3112  05006KT 9999  FEW020  BKN300  TX30/3106Z TN21/3021Z TEMPO 3012/3018  29008KT FEW020 SCT100 BKN300=


TAF RPLI

301100Z 3012/3112  04012KT  9999  FEW019 SCT100  TEMPO  3012/3018  04008KT FEW019 BKN100 TEMPO 3103/3109 04014G24KT=

TAF RPVP
301100Z 3012/3112  09008KT 9999  FEW019  SCT250 TEMPO 3015/3021  29006KT  FEW017CB SCT019 SCT250=

TAF RPVD
301100Z 3012/3112  02010KT 9999  FEW018 SCT220   TEMPO 3012/3018  36004KT FEW015CB SCT017 SCT080=


TAF RPMR

301100Z 3012/3112  04005KT 9999 FEW018  SCT080 TEMPO 3012/3018  02002KT  FEW018 BKN080=



TAF RPMD

301100Z 3012/3112  34006KT 9999  FEW016  SCT290  TEMPO 3012/3018  02007KT FEW016   SCT090=

TAF RPMZ
301100Z  3012/3112  04004KT 9999  FEW018  BKN300 TEMPO 3012/3018  00000KT FEW017CB  SCT018 BKN300=

Northern Luzon

RAINFALL WARNING 
 
NATION CAPITAL REGION


ADVISORYCommunity AWARENESS
FLOODING is POSSIBLE in low-lying areas
and near river channels ALERT
Community PREPAREDNESS
FLOODING is THREATHENING in low-lying areas
and near river channels EMERGENCY
Community RESPONSE
SEVERE FLOODING is EXPECTED
Take necessary precautionaryAL c measures
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Amber & Tanzanite

We can only do, what we have done.   Truth born out on the terraces overlooking the ocean.   Cameras blink in Kodachrome flashes, pretty little women with sunshine and sashes.   The peacocks utterly arrayed, time for amorous clashes when the night is still young.  Amber warmth and Tanzanite dream,   the sultry shower of gentle touches,  for me is lost in the dull, dark crevice.  Gold and silver and a gawdy  necklace,  the latter seemingly to be, entirely feckless.    Twins angels, soft to one’s touch,  with tiny raindrops pinging on our arms.   Is that pure love,  in the soft flutter of butterfly wings?   All the honey as an enticement,  darkens.  Promises reneged upon and writs of notice,  like confetti,  are now, a stainless brow.  From Rice to Cynicism and Jake from State Farm,  now insidious, irreversible.

Everbody Wants to Rule the World.

 

In our nascent days as people,  we stood for liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  We also had churches dictating the position that we could have sex.   To achieve that end,  government and religion would invaribly have to be voyeurs as well.    It seems to me,  the government has too many bigger issues to worry about,  than consensual play between consulting adults.

 

“The onset of mania occurs when when repression is no longer able to resist the assaults of the repressed instincts.”

Karl Abraham

More importantly we do not take the time to listen,   but we judge and assume too many things.   Most of which, are not true.   We try to find a witch to burn and are amazed when some or many, sing in acapella.  About the differences from one life to another.

“Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled”

Bob Dylan

We can’t quite figure it out and rather than to leave people alone,  we enact new laws that restrict people, from the right, to the pursuit of their own happiness.

In fifty years,  most of us will be long gone and those laws,  like their effectiveness,  will serve no purpose.   Agreeably,  there is a need to restrict certain ‘illegal’ behaviors,  but for all the billions we spend on foster children and child welfare,  there are still homeless and abused children, with social workers who live  comfortably, but still no safe place for said children to live.

The legislators and moralists preach restraint.  One codifies the law, to enforce their causes and the other a moral platitude, that never can be met.  Today, the hippies of generations past,  are lawyers, judges and preachers.  They tell young adults, that they can’t drink until they are 21,  as if that arbitrary number actually does save lives.

Or preachers who are popping young women,  driving off bridges and telling us,  that God dissaproves,  of what we are doing.   Memo to the Elmer Gantys of the world, we know what you are doing and did do, when you were young.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

Bob Dylan

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Like the BDSM community,  who regulate their own,  and there are those who are those people who are out there, who are true sadists, who give the lot of them, a bad name.  But moreover,  the doms are very compassionate of their charges and ask them (subs/slaves) what are the limits. Most really do care!  They love their people and hate those who do not follow the rules of that community.

At stake is the very existence of their lifestyle,  who to the outsider,  does seem bizarre.  But being bizarre is not a crime and the participants do volunteer and their bosses, make sure, that the verbal contract, is not breached.

 

 

Remember: this is not about you: parents and friends.

This is about the beauty of life an the indescribable joy of self-satisfaction.

 

 

 

I heard… my Lord speak, past the Charlatans.

I heard the loud gossip.   The unremitting implacable voice that bled tyranny  without a purpose.   The dangling nuances floated like dandelion leaves weaving themselves intricately in the still practically still air.   Soon the caterwauling traversed the Ivy walls and permeated a culture.   The perceived sin was a stain and the accuser with a letter opener divulging it’s contents with savage alacrity.

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Pretty soon more bees appeared humming innuendo in consonance,  breeding a fomenting tide.   The woodchucks were building a dam to a pent up rage.   Finding philosophy,  clarifying perceptions and sustaining the crackling whip.

Now the tide’s foams where churning,  this mass moving forward in soliloquy followed by a sneeze.  The steady hum of ceiling fans and the bubbling cauldrons of digestion echoing about.   Terse abeyance with the clicking clock,  this momentary lapse in a long and counterproductive day.

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The victim’s penance was not enough!   The dirty closet was for later and now just the poison of a sting,  it’s arrow embedded in the heart.   The poor Butterfly felt dizzy and the drawing of the curtain too much.  This Monarch was unseated,  it’s clefted speech unrecognizable.   There really was no sustaining sin or the need for such whippings for the Antlers of the accuser gored with reckless glee.

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White linen appeared,  as a Praying Mantis praying her sublime ode with perfume and the perfunctory slap of heavenly quiet.   Reckoning not with shackles but a compromised self-image,  the progression of a pendulum,   striking the atavistic cheek with a dose of reality.  The Victim like the Swan apoplectic at it’s good fortune,   humbly then cast aside the hurt in favor of a favorable outlook.   Exonerated and unimpeachable joyfulness like the bells of a church chattering.

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To a pastoral scene within a dream of Tanzanite Blue and the shifting sands of time to a reverence and the hand of God looking kindly, prodding,  reassuring.   You are safe,  feel the cascading waterfalls wash away ordinary blame…    Resolved…..

Snarky Sharks in a Fish Tank or a Silent Giving.

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.”

Plato

Watching the train wreck called ‘Nancy Grace’ I feel she is in other people’s personal space.    If it were not for the downside of humankind,  she could no longer embrace these dramas and shriek like a bloviating banshee bartering time for bits of gossip.   If she missteps,   her paths will be glacial thumbprints upon an arid land and her legacy will be those chains that Charles Dickens spoke of.

The gold standard of any objective is the bandage that stems the flow of further missteps.   Like a ‘Deer Crossing’ sign strategically located, a berm against recklessness and a speed bump for good measure.   Mercy for the deer and the pot of gold that is in each of us but seems so utterly far away,  so abstract and so transient.   So lost among the evil tree and thorny twig.

An example of tyranny might have been the fight between Tesla and Edison.   A thing that benefitted all of us was twisted and bent for an invention or the claims of it.   And as a legacy to true wit,  a withering white tombstone in the alternating sides of man.

Those I like to call gossips can take any truth,  co-opt it and then make themselves a martyr.   There are no intentions to mitigate suffering but to make a puppet show over the pain and sadness of others.   I cannot be part of this.   Like Tiger Woods,  what were the justifications?  Indeed,  he did run afoul of his wife and the sanctity of his commitment.   But this is no sin against me and he knows his commission all-too-well, but do we gather interest from it?   Is anyone’s life made better by this illicit banter? If so,  let me know where.

This kind of hyperbole masks over the sad Seraphim’s sigh,  this symbolism, this carnage, and  this, without a real tear in the sophist’s eye.    A funny little aside in a life full of contradictions,  idle passive expressions like “standing shoulder-to-shoulder”.    Sounding more like an electric fence grounded out in brackish water.

So now the Rebel Flag is the symbol of suffering and hate but does burning it’s alleged intentions put a meal on the table or correct a huge wrong?    Is Eric Garner coming back to us, like a Phoenix rising from it’s ashes,  who most likely is most worthy of pity?   Most deserving of our love?   Selling a cigarette,  and getting rich?  A headlock dreadlocked traded for a headstone.

The little miscreant who destroyed nine lives,   is fit for a hanging for the blood on his hands.   He represents no one but the brain-damaged and hateful ones.  No flag represents that any more than a potato chip being a vegetable.

From Casey Anthony,  to Foxy Knoxy,  the truth is hidden like a fiber optic wire in a sea of circuits.   We want witches so we can revile evil but every time we do so,    another alter ego appears like ragweed among us.   Another person to complain about.    From the deviancies of Jared,  to a man named Jed.   We have trouble keeping our boiling caldron fed.  With corpses of tiffany and trinkets of cubic zirconia we lavish both contempt and praise and not sure what witch is which.

So Nancy fires her salvos like a Gatling gun severing reality with a wag of her tongue.   If this drivel flooded our drive,  we would sandbag the river until we fixed the levees.    Let us find some good words to say about each other,   find food for the hungry,  clothes for the naked and hope for the hopeless.

My favorite commercials are the ones where we pay it forward or the ones where we see the good in each other.

If we put our minds to it,  Reality Shows and Gossip Shows would give way to feeding the entire world and maybe the cure for cancer or other diseases and to let others live without the need for slogans,  avenues or road blocks.   No more barbed-wire bounding both sinner and property but halos freely dispatched to a dying world and thirsty world.   No more cannons and no more experts.   No more pollen from poisonous plants and toxic people.

Better we mind our own business when that business has no place in our lives unless we wish to hug them or share our blessings.    Even an offender of whatever needs to be watered right or the bitterness of that root takes hold and diminishes us all.

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The last officer was killed just after helping a hungry boy.

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I will say it again. I am calling B.S.

“To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.” – W.E.B. Du Bois

Every year just before the start of the football season we get  political correctness with the term,  The Redskins.  Okay I can see how the name can be construed to be something offensive but what about tackling poverty rather than worry about the name of a football team or teams?

To put this in stark terms, counties on Native American reservations are among the poorest in the country and, according to the Economic Research Service at the U.S. Department of Agriculture, nearly 60 percent of all Native Americans who live outside of metropolitan areas inhabit persistently poor counties.

http://www.spotlightonpoverty.org/ExclusiveCommentary.aspx?id=0fe5c04e-fdbf-4718-980c-0373ba823da7

Tom Rodgers is the president of Carlyle Consulting of Alexandria, Virginia. A Blackfoot tribal member, he advocates on behalf of Native American tribal governments and their people. He was previously a congressional staffer for Senator Max Baucus.

http://nativeamericannetroots.net/diary/1411

Unemployment rates are depressing with alcohol use and violence against women alarming.   The poverty rate ranges from 40-54% with about 10% in extreme poverty.   WASHINGTON—A gap in law enforcement on Native American lands creates an environment in which Native women suffer a higher rate of violence than any demographic in the United States, according to data collected by the U.S. Department of Justice, the U.S. Census Bureau and advocacy organizations.

http://americaswire.org/drupal7/?q=content/law-enforcement-gaps-leave-native-women-vulnerable-rape-and-domestic-violence-1

I saw a program from the reservations where rapes were around 60% of the Native American women?  Do you think they care about a name when they are hungry and subjected to rape so much?   The women there had their little support group,  lamenting the violence and degradation.

Washington Redskins Defend Name With Help From Native Americans

http://time.com/3104775/redskins-video-native-americans/

“It’s a warrior’s name”

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The Washington Redskins premiered a video Monday in which Native Americans explain why they don’t think the team’s hot-button name is offensive.

In the Redskins Facts video, Native Americans argue that they have bigger issues to deal with than a football team’s name. “They’ve never asked Native Americans. It’s somebody else who knows nothing about us trying to speak for us, and it’s kind of an insult,” Wade Colliflower, Team Redskins representative from the Chippewa Cree Tribe, said before adding, “If you can help in any other way it would be greatly appreciated.”

http://www.smagnis.com/inside-the-richest-native-american-tribe-in-the-u-s-where-casino-profits-pay-1m-a-year-to-every-member/

Sadly though that money does not help those in dire need.   Have you seem some of the Alaskan Wilderness show?  Or Alaskan Troopers?   Some of those homes are barely big enough for one,  let alone a family.    And yet some tribes get one million per as the article above relates.

So yes, Native Americans are rightfully mad but that anger should be redirected to get help to the needy and not create another caste system in this country.

The drinking and violence is staggering and being homeless over a year ago,  I know the plight that faces people without a place to stay!!!

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Fix the pain and suffering and then we’ll see how I feel about women and children suffering and men with no hope and no future….

You and I might clash. I have a better idea. Help asap!

“When the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys.He becomes a sort of hollow,posing dummy,the conventional figure of a sahib.For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the “natives”,and so in every crisis he has got to do what the “natives” expect of him.He wears a mask and his face grows to fit it.”
George Orwell

I consider myself a liberal when it comes to humans and suffering and since we can spend hundreds of billions on soon retired aircraft,  I get annoyed when Veteran’s Benefits are slashed because of the cost factor.   Too many are counting on robots and drones and such as a reason but invariably injuries are long-lasting and life-changing.   Athletes get richly compensated and their risks are nowhere near a soldier’s.

So the problem is the suffering is also a reflection of us collectively and I am not talking about socialism or worse,  I am talking about helping in other ways than just words.   And there are those doing and not just saying they are helping.

“There’s a saying that you can’t put a price on a human life, but that saying is a lie because we have. We have, and it’s so much lower than you would think. Yes, human life has its price like anything else, and will continue to do so for as long as it doubles as a commodity.”
Nenia Campbell, Cease and Desist

I want people to understand this one very important point.  If you are a billionaire and in production of some sort then you hire people and those people may be retired or laid off.   Their fingers gnarled from the constant abuse of repetition and perhaps an unsavory boss.   This boss/owner goes him and for that family season’s greetings are easier.    Some hoever lose everything and very few to help out or even care.

It took Unions many times to get safer conditions and better pay.   To ward off the improbable accident or misfortune that at one time we never considered.   We surely can find fault with something that person has done and so we blindly legislate as a remedy for a symptom.

A 19 year old girl gets notice of her fiance dying in the Middle East and suddenly her life and the life of the parents are shattered.   Generals still sleep well and there is never enough compensation to recompence the newly indigent or those whose problems keep them second class citizens.   Second by what standard? Poverty,  medical bills,  Cancer,  Mother Nature,  Despots?

Not only does the Billionaire have electric all winter but at the expense of the withered hands of a widow or widower.

Does the Mother of a dead soldier see the name on a stocking and smile?   Do the generals stop by and offer condolences or send an emissary to pay their respects?   And the child dying of cancer,  where are those people who own a Nuclear Reactor who poisons for generations.   Where are they when a child is born with no legs or arms?   Where are the producers Malathion and the congenital birth defects and the toll that takes on a family?

Do we support ‘Make A Wish’,  ‘Give Kids the World’  or any other number of agencies who can provide relief?  And do we continue to support or grandstand or say we did enough?

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The link above may shock many people but George Steinbrenner was a saint to the kids at the hospital which he paid for.

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People who are different or people with a disabling condition.    Many tempt fate by a cavalier disregard for others until they are in a supine position counting off moments til the inevitable expiration of ego and all the rest.

We have shows like Criminal Minds or even SVU.   It is well and proper to prosecute the guilty but what is the fallout from legislation?   It sounds like a good thing until the human cost includes unintended consequences from the actions of well-meaning people.    At best legislation and lawsuits can temporarily bring some relief without a healing that is more complete.   Support Groups are generally run by lay people and it seems cures defer to treating symptoms but not the cause.

Cases of Irritable Bowel Disease is rampant among the Jewish populations after the Concentration Camps.  We have billionaires today still benefitting from the tragic loss of others to which many times there is no resource but a support group that meets once a month.

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And felons,  from small time hoods to murderers and sex offenders,  it seems that sticking it to them also has consequences.    Our nation is becoming very self-centered and not aware of the effects of legislation and a lack of housing that follows offenders.    But by the grace of God go we.

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To the left is a homeless advocate who helps.  A private young lady with a heart and the dear young ladies on the right whose elder years are feeding the young and hopeless,  the aged and the so-called profane criminals who sully our word?  <— being facetious about the felons.   Hell,  I might be a bad person myself!

But this badness in others and ourselves is no farther away than head trauma in an auto accident to drug abuse and hate crimes.   We have offenders who never got treatment or programs to head off their own particular brand of abuse.   Stopping the cycle is a humane test.  Not silly PSAs by corrupt nabobs in Hollywood or actors who feel an affinity to some cause.   Those offenders have families too and those unintended consequences are things they share in and suffer over?

Cops beating up old people and other such abuses are more a product of our own pride.   So instead of helping we actually use sentences to get cheap labor and then wonder why the marginally gifted feel alienated,  despondent and angry.   East to be hard!

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The food with Shepard’s Chapel Soup Kitchen is catered and high quality and no one gets refused.   Otherwise who are we but jailers of a kind????

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Silly Love Songs

The moment of awareness of sexuality comes with vistas not before imagined.    Kind of like in the Wonder Years and I was about to find my own Winnie Cooper.

.   But this process was painful and at times I felt like I was watching a show from behind a sound-proof glass.  I was in love with a few girls and a few could see behind the two-way mirrors.    Music was a way to escape and so naturally certain songs were buoyant,  light-hearted and romantic in a way that fit with my own personality.

So I cringe at terms like one-hit wonders, bubble-gum music and silly love longs.   Paul McCartney nailed it and even John Lenin and Yoko Ono proved that commercialized music may not be all that bad.    For me it was Day After Day by Bad Finger and  I pined for a cute little idealistic blond teen.  I remember that we went on a date to the Paddock Room and I stammered and stumbled and was probably incoherent but it was a date and it became news around the school.    One of her friends found out we went out on a date and said that I had the hots for her!  And I did.   I fumbled that ball a few times but years later the ball was back in my hands and I fumbled it yet again.

“What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.”
Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

She basically told me one day long after High School  that I already found what I was looking for.   Her!   I was confused and botched that badly but she still really liked me,  just a bit concerned that I missed the obvious clues.   It was like I found the pot of gold but just stared at it and then walked away.

The old High School was a special place where we would play basketball on a court that had a shallow ceiling so you had to shoot a somewhat flat shot.  Oddly enough they used to play Varsity Basketball games on that cozy little court.  The place had the old building scent which wafted through it’s halls and hinted at love and life and where in the gutters floated love notes and old trees cried out.

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“What she had realised was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.”
Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

One night Mom drove me to the old school and there she was in the crowd still yet coming into focus.  She was pretty as a Blue Jay and wobbly as a colt,  I saw her skating across the ice when she suddenly saw me and smiled.   It was a soft invitation and I took advantage of that opportunity to say “Hi” to her.   I was a terrible skater and was very skilled at falling down.   Noticing that she grabbed my hands and steadied me.   I was in heaven.    The warmth of her body and the prospects of something more filled my mind with curious and yet predictable emotions.

As a side note,  I did have a first love.    The kind where you smile at each other meant you were going steady…LOL

I did have a sixth grade girlfriend named Cheryl and during the fall festival and play I was a paper-machete pumpkin with a green hat that looked like a stem.    Sitting inert on the stage until my cue,  I was rather inspicuous.  Afterwards I dressed in a suit and tie we danced and for some reason it seemed that all the parents with little girls was smitten by me and I had serious game in spite of my shyness.    I had ton of pictures taken by parents and this was more fun than square dancing in gym class.

Next year I was in upstate NY in a very strange place,   where the community was named after our family Ellistown in Barton, NY outside of Waverly and on Ellistown Road.    We moved to the old Brink’s Greenhouse and their fading history replete with a caretaker’s house that become home to hundreds of wasps and other incendiary insects.   My parents found Rhubarb though I had never heard of that before.

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On my first day in homeroom class the teacher accosted poor Ann R. with a comment about the contraband in her mouth. (gum).    I think we were more perplexed about the word (contraband) and I was pondering Ann’s abject humiliation and embarrassment…..

Even at that point were the Freudian connection with her plight and my trying to remain as anonymous as possible.   Things were a bit discomfiting as I was elected to the Student Council for our homeroom.    An honor that I was both proud of and embarrassed by.    I got the feeling the election was more of a joke than an honor.

So the music does play a role in the development of our higher needs.    Merely dismissing out of hand any song because of what some people consider to be corny or not deep is ridiculous.    These songs do get overplayed but that isn’t the artist fault and sometimes the DJ’s either.    From Seasons In The Sun to Sugar Sugar by the Archies,  these iconic pops songs transcended the Rock N Roll critics scorn and embedded themselves in the psyche of our frontal lobes.   These radio voices were our muses and they live forever and a day.

I think it is funny when the rock jocks,  those middle-aged men dressed in black whine about superficial pop songs while wailing on a Fender Stratocaster as their own aging bodies and receding hairlines and pony tails are stuck in a past to be forgotten like an old Class Yearbook and High Times Magazine.     Between have Lava Lamps,  Mood Rings and Chia Pets there are far worse diversions than a Bobby Goldsboro song like Honey.    It is too sappy but Two Live Crew exploits carnal depravity.    Dude,  where’s My Viagra and remote.

or this…..

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Do you know where you’re going to?

Dianna Ross had it right,  but we struggle against the obvious.   The same reality that life is a transient soul a waiting place for something else.   Like I cannot prove to you anything that you are unwilling to accept and the only certainty is deduced from what I believe I know.   I am not seeking approval but at an ear.   To hear my passionate regard for most everyone who has an honest take.   Not the cogitations of mindless babbles trying to sell a book but the real crisis that is every day life.

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In the abstracts our dreams provide a kind of nexus,   to examine our world.   The only deducible result is that we better pay heed to the needs of others.   This idea that we are somehow original is funny because everything we have imagined,  has been thought about before.    It is kind of like salad dressing and choosing between French or Ranch.   We have people who would place their soul on the line just to prove to you that their choice is somehow unique.    None of us are,  exceptionally original.   That is the pride of the status quo.  That some equal would tell us what we already know.   Elucidating on a variable that was somehow hidden.

The brutal reality is that we are created to create.   Our effervescence can be misconstrued as divine intervention but I am sure that a sovereign god does not need endorsements.   Like saying that we know something that God wouldn’t.     OMG Larry,  I never knew that!  ok,  sure!

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And how do we know the answer when we do not know the question?   Last night I dream t that some bad individual was going to take my life.   I hid beneath the ATM drawer,  half suspecting that my location was known.    That person knew I was not in support of him and I think he respected that, given the circumstances.

As things unfolded I spared my own life.    For anyone familiar with ‘Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs’  is aware of my conundrum.   For anyone still in doubt it was my sense of fairplay that gave me street cred.   I was able to parlay a take into resolution,  both preserving dignity while saving my life.

I would like to believe myself being in the final and most basic sense as Freudian and as classical and pragmatic as Socrates.    I hate mean people and even if I disagree with a lifestyle,  I would fight for it as saying to bullies,  “Bugger off”.

So what does this mean?   Well I see far too many people pretending that the Emperor’s pecker is not exposed and willing to attest that his rainment is fine and original.  Joan of Arc had nothing to lose but everything and any soldier of any country who is not diabolic,  sees the intrinsic value of a single soul.

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Men would say a ‘penis’ is of the devil but a labiA is not the objective.    They ARE wrong on both accounts.   The demon is in the details and a patriarchal take on decency.  My heart breaks at the lonely soul with no place to live and the idea that others look down on them.   I look down on those who look down on them.    I realize they had no more of a choice than the man in the moon and just maybe that man may know something we don’t.   Afterall,  he loves the Moon and that is his reality and ours but a nuisance to be discarded.

If I sound like a rambling idiot, your perception may be right,   All I know is that suffering goes on unabated.  The teeth of death spares no one but divinity and I am not even sure if that is true.  I believe God respects the questioning soul because I believe he rather tires of obsequious fools.    Letting a witch die was as much a lack of their own  virility as the perverse notion as that young women peeing as she dies hung on a hickory stick.    If you want to locate evil,   it is not Harry Potter or that name who cannot be mentioned but our own infidelity to our own most passionate values.

People who say sex does not matter are abject liars.    Everyone wants to believe that there is some quintessential probity to a random collection of meteoric imaginations.    Fallacious conclusions are less battle worthy than dandelions in an EF-5 Tornado.    And politicians like rock stars find their quarry in the missionary position and that their rewards in intimacy is beyond the ken of ordinary people.

Like the ill-fated garden in LA to the guard in the Wizard of Oz are the implacable assertions of a slave owner on the 4th of July.    In too many occasions women are pussy on a stick.   A most sumptuous carrot of all.   A viking grabs her by the hair and conquers her while oppressing that same valley with an air of the King’s English and the voluptuous boob jobs on a modern day Barbie Doll.    Misogyny  in a mask of velour and beheading the soul of exposure.    Your member truly does depict you and women see the depth of the valley and the intercourse of fairness.

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My next excursion will be the scent of papaya that wafts from the nature of nature and not the moralistic reverberations of hypocrisy.

I would rather have a woman a lot like me.   Sexually inclined and not afraid to be a women and not afraid for me to be a man.   The others are trying to protect something that is not real.

The honest man acquiesces to the notion that the eyes are that flame.   That transcends time and understands her more than any player could hope to.