Thursday, June 22, 2017

One Night Stand ( Elrok's One Man Strike Against Coca-cola)


No,  not this kind of one night stand...

This is about sugary  sweetness!  About  lips locked to a bottle and sucking down Coca-cola.... legally laced with a clever cocaine substitute.  CAFFEINE!   The parents and faculty at our local school scoffed at the idea of allowing Coke vending machines on to the campus there.  Expressing love and care for their dear children,  they would not allow such an addictive and unhealthy drink to be so easily dispensed.  It would lead  to more childhood obesity,  diabetes, addiction  and poor nutrition as their unwitting naive little munchkins sucked it down as a quick-fix for that much needed adolescent caloric intake. Coca - COLA...go home!.  We will not have you here!

But then, the compassionate minded Coca-cola company offered something to the school that was sorely needed.  Needed  more than a healthy child.  Something bolder and brighter than your child's future. A new scoreboard!

That's right. The old scoreboard on the football field was becoming delapidated and impossible to repair.  The cost of a new one an unbearable burden!  Enter Coca Cola.  "We will get you that new scoreboard!"  ( graced with our logo of course)  Gesture enough to soften the local school board so that they allowed coke machines in all of the schools in the county.

Not one to succumb to such overbearing influences of a gigantic corporation....I stopped drinking Coke that day.  Nope.  No more!   I will not be run over by these legal pushers and they will have my business no more!

The next day...hoping to encourage some sort of 1960's -ish boycott against this giant.,...I emphatically denied my own brother's offer for an ice cold Coca-cola on a sweltering hot and sunshiney Florida day.  "No way!"  I told'im.   "Did you see what they did to get Coke in  the schools?  It was so obvious!  Devious bastards!   I'm never drinking Coke again!"   To which he mockingly replied "Ha!   Luke's one-man strike against Coca-cola!"

I paused for a moment....in a bit of angered disgust at the flippant nature of his comment.  Until I realized it profound.   Then, I slammed that Coca-Cola, squeezing the can as I chugged  it down in five foaming feverish and  addictive swallows .  My 'one night stand'  against the filthy conglomerate had ended.

And with it, an ideal.  That we , as a society, ...were still capable of making such a stand.  That  monetary value could never replace moral value and ethic. That the power to control large corporations, governments, and greedy tsar-ish bullies still remained in our collective souls. But we have sold it for an almighty dollar.

Gone is the boycott!  And with it,  unionized labor and the local fund drive. The community's  soul-driven power in these rituals seemingly arcane.  Our  voice handed over to  'governments', ....along with our ethics and  our  conscience.  Our right...and our will and ability to make a stand based on  our own collective morality,  willingly relinquished....

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Online Dating Tips for MEN

Online Dating TIPS;

#1-  Lie, Lie ...LIE!  About everything!  Your age, your income, your ejucation level. Your past, your present, your future.. your sexual preferences, your religion,  your politics!  Lie.

#2- Profile Pic;   Be SURE to post a pic from 15 years and 30 pounds ago.   No-one likes 'reality' if they are on an online dating site....so,  stick to the fantasy!  Post old pics, or ...if necessary,  fuzzy-up some old Tom Cruise pics. ( Be sure to be winking,  the ladies love this.)

#3-  Wine.  You love wine. If you hate wine,  you now LOVE wine,  and would like take her out for some wine sometime.  Women love their wine,  more than their men!  Get used to being second best . Sub-ordinate yourself to the WINE! You and your ever growing  love handles and male ego... you are no match for the wine.   This has become and always will be many  a woman's true lover.

#4-  Compliments.  Start with the hair,  then the eyes....and make some deep-thought bullcrap up about her 'soul'...like,  you think you can see it in her eyes or something,  or, you can somehow feel her fantastic personality and soul through simple typeface in an instant message or text. Now, it goes without saying, that  "some" women have no soul.  But look past that,  and enter the fantasy..

#5-  Chivalry:   Bring lots of money and spend it.  Chivalry lesson...DONE!

#6-  Walt Disney.  You love Disney World.  You... BELIEVE...IN FAIRY TALES!.  The whole princess meeting prince and galloping off into the sunset is REAL to women,  and especially Disney-fied indoctrinated American women. Do not deny them this fantasy.

#7- Pay for the date. Even if she offers to go Dutch...pay for the date! In general,  women think most men are cheapskates and douschebags.  In general,  they are probably right!  No need to further this hasty generalization.  Just pay for the date.  If a relationship springs from it,  it will be the cheapest thing you paid for in retrospect. Your soul is the real price you will pay.

#8- I hope you are still lying!  If  you are not able to keep up with your own good lies,   then at least exaggerate. No,  not about how much you can bench-press!  About the important things, ...  like your bank account, the size of your house, your philanthropic nature, your amicable divorce!   Your wine collection! And if you have small hands....try to keep them under the table or wear a long-sleeve shirt that is tight around the wrists. If you must give her your full name, mis-spell it or give her a nickname to hide your prison record or to throw her off on a background check..

#9-  Picking her up:  If you don't have a nice car...RENT one.  Unfortunately,  this will be one of the first and most important impressions about who you REALLY are! The car makes the man, as I always say.  Does not matter who is inside! If you ain't got it, rent it!

#10- Sunglasses.  Wear'em.  You DO NOT want her to see the insecure and panic stricken look in your eyes as you approach her.  Remember,  this is all about proliferating a fantasy.  The more you can hide about your real ogre-self...probably is going to work out for the best. Besides, sunglasses will hide the full-body-scans and extra-long stares at her boobs or ass that are instinctive to  us men.  If you catch yourself staring,  move in and remove a piece of lint from her dress at the shoulder.  She'll be lost in a small moment of embarrassment and maybe forget that you were measuring up her ass like that little gold frame that measured the "Grinches" heart ...that grew three sizes in that one day...

Well,  I hope that helps , fellas.  Hey...I am there for ya!   Good luck, and remember...this little oxymoron :  " Stay true to the fantasy! ".  cya's

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

What Percent Nuts Are You?


     I have  been graced .  Today, ....I finally found  some solace.  Some peace -of- mind!  Everything is okay....I'm okay.    It's all okay, now..

     I'm sure you have had those times when you wonder about yourself.  Maybe even doubt?  Those times when you feel a little "different" than everybody else?, ...'eerily unique' perhaps?  And somewhat ....alone...........

 I started to think. Maybe.....just maybe.... I am 'different' ...because I am batshit-crazy.   A flippin' loon!  A nutjob.  Bananas! Bonkers! Mental.  A basket case! Not playing with a full deck?  Off my rocker?  Lights are on but no-one's home?

    And then....I met her.  She appeared as a charming  and gentle old lady,  ...slowly approaching my vehicle in the street as if to kindly request a small rest on my car's side-mirror as she made her way across.  She grabbed my mirror with the palm of her wrinkled old  hand, and let out a small hacking cough. Then she sighed and leaned in..... pulling her  granny wired-rimmed glasses to the edge of her nose.

     Glaucoma....or cataracs.....or both ..., covered her once blue eyes...and her now foggy lenses blurred the entrance to that cliche'd  'gateway to the soul'.     But she was in there....somewhere.   Or was she?

     What came next was the most sad-sorry painful rambling diatribal story of her  tired old life. The  2 minutes and thirty-five seconds it took her to ' lay it on me 'while stopped in the street,  seemed more like an hour-and- a half.
     She was abused as a young girl, beaten by her ex-husband, married thrice, broke, soon-to-be-homeless, sick, getting sicker,  and wished for Death to come soon if he was crazy enough to take her. She had already died on an operating table once,  but God told her it wasn't her time. Her neighbors constantly spread false and malicious rumors about how she had murdered her own Mother,  and they told hateful, vicious lies to everyone about how she's an ex 'ho and drug addict.   They all tell their kids to STAY AWAY from her 'cause she's a crazy old nutjob.  The kids in the neighborhood constantly jinkle the wind chimes on her back porch just to aggravate her. Then they  knock on her front door and run  away.  They tried to poison her dog and she's had to call the cops on every one of them at one time or another.  She has LUPUS which is a terrible disease and it is  driving her insane!  She goes to Walmart for hugs. Her brother abused her,  but when she called the cops on him...her Ma just said..." but that's my son!"  After dropping out of high school as a teenager,  she spent six years as a whore at a truck-stop down the street until she finally got a job at the Waffle House where she sold crystal meth once in awhile in the back parking lot.

     She's done with meth and men, and with people in general...because people are just  shitty! She had an aneurysm and curses  the doctors  for not turning the blood back on in time. She gets 16 dollars a month for food stamps which 'ain't much but she'll take it! '.., and she was screwed  by a loan guy  from Wells Fargo who suckered  her into a reverse mortgage on her home and she is gonna lose it in 90-days and be homeless. She can't afford her prescriptions any more  because every year the prices go "up-up UP!"  (she rolls her one good eye and gestures toward the sky)  She lives with her sister who wants to kill her, and her dog is about to die and when her dog dies she is going to go too because she just can't handle no more than that.

     For some curious   reason,  she felt I would be a willing listener to her tragic life story.   Or maybe, just maybe....she felt an aura of kindred spirit and on-the-edge comradery when our sad lives intersected that day. Perhaps  she was the cross-bars before the tracks of an impending train wreck . It seemed as though  she had seen the likes of me before....on the days when  she rode her  crazy-train heading to Crazy Town. But at least on this day, only one of us was holding the ticket to the final destination!
 Maybe I still had a chance...

     Now,  I am not sure if this lady is  entirely crazy.  But maybe she is 'mostly' crazy? ... Or 'kinda' crazy?  Or going crazy , ..returning from crazy?  One-hundred percent crazy, or just 90 percent??

    Every once in a while,   I meet someone who has  just-a-little higher percentage crazy than me....and I feel okay again.  Like.... I am not THAT freakin' crazy!  ...so ,  I am STILL... okay!

     And after a  good look around...at my bosses,  my co-workers, my neighbors, the clerk at 7-11, or at some poor empty  ambitious soul who has made his worthless job his signature on life....I realize,  we are ALL a 'little bit crazy'.....just some more than others.

Now tell me...What percent crazy are you?

Sunday, April 2, 2017

Don't Be Afraid!

I have made the mistake.   Of propping up a mere man in my mind,  for his seemingly infinite reservoir of knowledge.

He knows everything!  Got a question?  He will answer, and with emphatic authority!  Have a dilemma?  He is here to guide you through it,  using his bastion of deductive logic and retrieving solutions from his very own bottomless sea of  'life experiences'.  Can't find an answer?  You will always find one with him! Don't be afraid to ask.

But be afraid of the answer!  His nature... will not deny you an authoritive answer to ANY question. Even if he is clueless.    A know-it-all and jack-of-all-trades, ...one step away from bullshit artist.  A developed psychosis for which even he is unaware.

But you will become aware!  When you attempt to apply his answers... and the wrong information gleaned from his fearful  behavior comes back to bite you in the ass.

Fearful?  Well, yes!  He is afraid to admit he does not know,  and so will feed you any bullcrap answer to get through his clueless moment.

It's okay to 'not know' sometimes.  Sometimes,  the right answer to a question is not some made up conjectural bullshit contrived for our trusting and gullible consumption. Sometimes,   the right answer is " I don't know,  and I'm not afraid to admit it! "

Don't be afraid!  ....to admit when you just... don't....know.  It is the first and most important step in finding the real answer...

Sunday, March 5, 2017

That Chair is Not Empty

This framed sentiment was proudly mounted over the dinner table when we were kids. If there was ever an empty chair at the dinner table...I imagined Jesus Christ himself was sitting in it. I wonder sometimes, what other effects of being raised in a devoutly Catholic household might have had. Besides the genuinely beautiful lessons of love, honor, reverance, sacrifice and soul...and a sweet little Baby Jesus.....there was also a bleeding and scarred, tortured and thorny crowned Jesus, a picture instilled in us from infancy. Also , apocalyptic floods ,brotherly murders, real as well as metaphorical sacrificial lambs.And of course, Hell itself...with visions of fire and demons and pure evil. Holy and unholy Ghosts. Exorcisms and the strange and haunting dreams of St.John in the Book of Revelation! I can remember the effect of those potent images presented to us as children, and just sometimes wonder if the effects weren't somewhat traumatizing. Just wondering...

Friday, March 3, 2017

What Makes a Grown Man Cry

What Makes a Grown Man Cry

A grown man. Stoic and unflinching. Confident and steadfast. Accumulated knowledge...experience..wisdom. Able to anticipate and prepare for almost any circumstance. Blocking and channeling the chemistry that might lead to a tear's production. Guiding the torrents of would-be anguish to his reservoir of strength.
Silvering hairs proof that his crying days are over. Childhood days when he ran to his mother over a simple skinned knee. The pain he felt taken away by her loving embrace. Skinned knees are nothing now. Deep wounds and battle scars he can handle on his own. A testament to his acquired mental strength. He is a man now.
But what can make a grown man cry...are the days he must watch his mother die.
A child again, as his mother, frail and weakened, reaches for his silver covered head and consoles him once again with her undying love. Salted tears breaking the levies, and he is a boy again in the arms of his mother...

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Mr. Brain

Whenever things get hard to explain
I simply summon..."Mr.Brain"
He guides me to my memory fading
If not, he'll hear a soft berading..
"Awe,  come on now Mr. Brain!"
( guide to my life's memory lane)
Take me to the place I'm asking
Where things I can't retrieve are basking...
so merrilly ..while seeming to ignore
my calls to them while they bathe and snore.
"Wake up!"  you rascally thoughts so near
"Get Up!  Get Up!"  and join me here!
Oh, Mr. Brain.. come help me rouse their sleep
Raise those memories buried deep
I'm your cheerleader, I'm your fan!
"Awww , c'mon Mr. Brain!"...I know you can!

Sunday, February 5, 2017

We are Killers! :Your Non-American Life is Worth the Price



Of course we are killers! We entered Iraq because we thought we could get away with it. The justification? To save our rich oil sheik friends in Kuwait? To save the country's poor helpless citizens? Nope! We invaded Iraq ..to preserve the free flow of oil at market prices; the fuel for the fire behind a lustful, boastful, self-righteous American economy and citizenry. We can't be poor and free! We can't be 2nd best and free! Of course we will kill for freedom! It is worth any price! How many innocent Iraqi civilians died in the 100-hour war? You do not know. How many have died since? You do not know.

The reason you don't know isn't from stupidity or from lack of aptitude.
Sometimes 'not knowing' is a matter of convenience. It is a chosen ignorance.

Is there such thing as duty, honor, country...patriotism in a back-ass third world country like Iraq? Are there such things as religious principle? Are there mothers, ..fathers, children , saints or angels? There has been a repudiation and smug unwillingness to acknowledge the rest of the world's cultural, racial, religious and genetically evoluted differences.
We killed for oil. We killed for lust and greed, under the guise of patriotism and freedom. What price might the rest of the world have to pay, for our illusion of freedom?
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If Tweeting Trump texted  a tantalizing text on Twitter
How many ticked off Hollywood Hacks  would Tweeting Trump have ticked?



Monday, January 30, 2017

Futile

As summer sets her sun behind
   the earth, the wind ruffles
       the leaves of a tall oak tree
And she is gone.

And we wake in the morning to find
     the new.. although the same tree
       still stands tall and green.

A gasp of  wind
and summer's end blows through him.

And the grand old tree, in his
   majesty, fights the changing scene!

He catches the wind with his great
   limber arms and pushes it back!

Only to find it tiring and futile .

        Alas, his leaves wither and die
        and his arms turn brittle and bare.

And he waits for summer again..

Plains of Egypt

There are things that
     gently rave.. the placid plains
of Egypt
Never noticed
   steadily
          They work.
           They wander.

There are times and places
              steadily making their mold
on us
Often rising
          Leaving
             Many things
                      to ponder..
These things that gently rave.. the placid
                      plains of Egypt
These thing that slowly mold
                    our lives and our souls..







Sunday, January 15, 2017

Treasures Held

Ah!   Living and loving in Daytona Beach!  So many wonderful opportunities to meet some very special people.  Though some are treasures lost,  they are treasures none-the-less!  Glimmering jewels once held in my grasp,  and then suddenly gone with the dawn of a new day...

We  walked the shores...
sorting the jewels and
keeping those that reflected
upon ourselves.

We spent our days...
holding hands and
embracing what little
time we had together.

And I found this...
a golden coin...playing
tag with the waves and
shimmering in the sunlight.

The few remaining grains of sand
slid from beneath our toes..
and fell to the bottom of the hourglass..
and we were forced to part,

Distance became our enemy,
daring us to forget
the magic or our bond
and rip the faith from our souls.

I lived my life...
wanting to cry for you
but trying still to build
on the world I was a part of.    ( S.R. Lee )

When I met you

When I met you, life became exciting!
Everything was new,..when I met you.
Places old to me seemed more inviting!
What was new to you,  was new to me too!

I really did believe in what I was doing
It had purpose, life and hope..and felt secure!
Our love was everything we'd EVER need.
This feeling would not heed the most obscure..
When I met you.

Now your gone,  and life has lost it's meaning
Everything is gray.,  without my love beside me
The ocean and waves that once
ROARED!  with laughter and passion
....are now monotonous waves of pain.

Finally now I'm done with asking "why".
And taking on those writhing tones of pain
They show me that I've rung that endless circle..
What begins on top,  on the bottom must end?

Once I loved life,  and I loved you.
Now there is nothing to fuel my fire, no love
to raise my soul above the pain.




Thursday, December 29, 2016

The Point of No Return



Many times I have thought about these guys. While sitting on the beach sippin' our margueritas, there's a REAL WAR  going on out there! Yet we butter up and bitch about the most trivial things ... as we lick the salty tequila-ed glass inebriated and unscathed.
What is it like to be a soldier and warrior?  Disciplined, focused, goal oriented and mission-minded? Trained to kill !   Eventually, though, returning to civilian life.
 Do you ever really return?
 I, for one, am going to hold out hope in a debt of gratitude, and pray for their return. At least for a little while, until I become the enemy. Then,  I'll probably butter-up like a bitch again, and prepare my best slimy civilian shitball  defense.   Don't wanna get my neck snapped, ya know!

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Why Aren't You Sad?

   
 Naivety's interlude with crappy people can be painfully menacing.  Greedy,... lazy,... weaselly....selfish  and unrepentant ...they can sometimes showcase the darker side of humanity.

      My neighbor  waved her mail at me with a toothy wide smile that I had never seen on her before,  and walked toward me  in an elated stride. I wondered what merciful miracle might have been given the poor wretch,  as she rarely approached me without a frown and a cigarette,  and reeking of Mad Dog 20/20.  Today...though was different.  It was jubilee!  Her cheesy dentured smile  made me question my eyesight  "Maybe this is her 'un'-evil sister or something?":...I thought for a second.  But, no,  ...it was her alright. Waving a letter from her pile of bounced check notices and an ultra thick OPRAH magazine which she let fall to the ground.
  " My Aunt died!  My Aunt died!"...she exclaimed to me,  as she got close enough to show me her letter.  "  And this is the check from my inheritance!".     I stood a little bewildered and confused at her lack of regret for her Aunt's passing, and wondered if she had  counted the days ...farting into her tattered LazyBoy recliner with a bottle of ripple in hand,. ..waiting ....in some strange , sweet anticipation ...eager for her poor Auntie's imminent death.

    Another of my neighbors down the street,  was casually  making his way down the road. One hand in his pocket with his chin facing the sun,  ...he was smiling happily,  and walking with a bounce in his knees ,...his face pleasurably absorbing the wonderfully warm Florida  sun.  I saw that he was wearing a cast on his arm.  "What happened!?!"  ,  I asked him ...concerned that maybe he burned his hand on a fryer,  or that the pit-bull next door finally got a piece of him.  His smile was radiant,  relaxed,  and beaming!  "I crushed my two fingers at work!"..  he told me.   "I'll probably never be able to use'em again!"...he explained,  with the smile now growing from slight smirk ...and becoming ear-to-ear.
     "Where was his pain?"   "Why did he seem so happy?"...my initial instincts wondered. And I began to understand that he was in "no-more-work-insurance-collection-possible-disability-and -liability-settlement"  ..mode.
There is a school for this,  which many of us have never attended. It was obvious that he was intent on getting his PhD.

    There was a side of me that understood his mindset. I realized that his injury had allowed him to become a 'walkin' man"!
 In his own mind,  he had just been freed from  prison and a certain life sentence. It is a sentence we are all serving for our illusion of freedom. The harder we work for a living ,  the more we begin to understand this basic American paradoxical truth  :
                                       
        ' In order to be free in this society,  we must become a slave to it!'

       And I recalled with guilty conscience the many times I had wished a hurricane on our small town,  just so I  could get a few free days off from  work.   Billions and billions of dollars in property damage,  homes filled with loving memories wiped away, the potential for innocent lives to be  lost....just so I could get an extra day off!  Selfish bastard.

   
I have come to understand,  but not condone, ...this strange sickness that seems to consume the heart of a man...and often festers within my own.  If the innocence in my naivety has been tempted,  it must leave long enough to take notice,  and then hope for a chance to return.

       

Monday, December 12, 2016

Personality Conflict

It's not your choice!    After a while,  the program has been written. Thoughts that enter the waiting room  that is the temporary holding place in your mind....
    Some are harmoniously Hoovered and instantly etched into engrams.   Others are quickly  rejected or  begrudgingly held.  Met with a hesitant reception.  Gathered and sojourned,.... then allowed to slip  away into oblivion.
   Foriegners!   Abstract to your patterns of thinking,  they could not find a home here.

What is important to you has been defined and determined by your developed personality.  Artist, math genius, or bank robber?   A playful mind filled with jokes to tell?   Or one of wit and wisdom?   A confident man will often disregard the peripherals and lodge pertinent information for instant retrieval! A caring one will gather these peripherals and assess their affect on others. The psychopath sees only his  world and remains within it. .  The empath starts from a world outside of himself.

It is "personality" which proscribes what stays, or what goes...when passing through the sifter that is one's own mind.  Through common threads of association, or repetition....what enters can be captured and kept..   But what truly becomes the heart of the man.....what permeates each softened cell and changes it's structure....is a matter of his formed (or malformed) character and personality.

                                                                                                                                             elrok

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Hypocritical Oaf

There he stands.  Right in  front of you,  as a grey garbled wisp of muffled mush is released from his lips. Somewhere...somewhere...in the long-wasted patience of your relationship with him ,...he has lost credibility with you. Now...his words... however emphatic,  are a low noisy hum.  They mean absolutely nothing !

The hypocrite!  There he goes again!  Touting his morality...Spewing his "holier than thou "... diatribal crap!  Every sinner he paints with a scarlet letter...he paints on himself !   Yet there he sits,  ...as he sloshes his beer to his lips and full-body scans another lady half his age.

If she looks at him....she is HOT!  If she snubs him,  she is a SLUT!   He calls another one "fat"...as he squirms in his barstool and jostles his beer-belly over his belt buckle. What a hypocrite!   What an oaf!    An obvious truth in your relationship  that can't be denied!

Maybe everyone has their moment...when after a hundred or so  obnoxiously opinionated  statements,  they stumble across one that is blunderingly beautiful! Or maybe there is a genius to this hypocritical character,  that I have somehow missed.

But suddenly,...as I accidentally tuned in and recalled a friendship that in ages past,  seemingly warranted my learned attention...he started making SENSE!  I stopped myself to wonder... " Have I descended  to the level of my  neanderthal friend?!  "   The PURE and unadulterated LOGIC of his typecasts and condescensions!  What IS this that I am hearing from this 'hypocritical oaf' turned modern day Socrates!?
 He is the pot, calling the kettle black!  And I began to realize a simple truth:    Sometimes,  obnoxious idiots hold within them a capacity for clarity and simple reality...unencumbered by tact, ethics, ..or even hypocrisy!

     "Just because it is the 'pot'  calling the kettle black....does not mean the 'pot' is wrong! "   -elrok






Thursday, November 24, 2016

Master of Vague Analogies

Your mind's very own intimate  pathways, ..created and  combined ,..shaped and connected, resulting in a luminous mental concept.  Genius!  Drawn from  your own life's experiences and from the 'spin' of your unique personality. Attempting to link  your brain's personal synapses to your partner's  in this conversation,   ....you begin to draw from your own vague and faulty fusions.  Creating associations and pathways to that miserably inept place you have conjured .....to prove your worthiness in this discussion.

Brilliance!   The flame and fire that erupted from these ignited thought processes.  It has resulted in a poignant chiseled link!  A salient truth so VIVID,   so CLEAR ...has just arrived at your mind's forefront and is sanctimoniously deposited at the end of your lips. You made your point!

You have become a MASTER!  ..of your own mind!  Able to create and nurture an association that will break through the phanteron of your brother!  An artful and eloquent picture painted exclusively for  your conversation!   You will present to him the cleverly  architectured result of your brilliant mind's very own thought processes.

Only to find that you have become a 'Master of the Vague Analogy'.

Your apples....his oranges.  Your comparison made in a desperate attempt meld your mind with his,  in this  conversation.  Striving to  somehow cross his blood-brain barrier with your beautiful creation!

 Your vague analogy may very well have fallen short of the mark, and now lies deep within a gray area...sadly sucking air in a mere  'realm of possibilities'.  As you smile with a simple pleasure at your genius, stop and reflect upon the real relevance of your creation.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Granny the Cane Pole Poacher

Here lies "Granny" the 'Cane Pole Poacher'
'cause an excited game warden thought he would approach her
with weapons drawn and a 30 ought six
Her death was her penalty
and his testosterone fix.

Poor Granny's small dream was just one little fish
but before her bent pole could fulfill her small wish
" The Man"  was upon her with his own little dream
of saving the planet!   "I'll start with this stream."

 As Granny bent over to reach her small bait
Our Planet's small hero did not hesitate
to bypass his taser and unleash his small pistol
and fill Granny with holes that in the wind might just whistle..

"Put down the gun! "...   our Superman said
and with a shrimp in her hands , 'ole Granny was dead.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Holding the High Card


" Love "trumps" hate" is true, and is kinda clever! However, you can be holding the high card and the guy across from you can still take out his pistol . In that scenario, the man holding pistol is holding the trump card.
Sometimes, love is not enough.
Yes, it may come as a sad hard reality...but not every culture on the planet has been exposed to the same indoctrinating influences as you have. There has been a repudiation and smug unwillingness to acknowledge the rest of the world's cultural, racial, religious and genetically evoluted differences ,...in an attempt to homogenize the planet and humanity to a politically correct idealism.
Your attempts to homogenize humanity, will fail. Darkness exists, and light only reveals what was hidden in it. Love must prevail, but it can't be naive to evil's existence.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Easy Choices , (not by Robert Frost)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
a  timid soul that could not take both
And so this soul shortly stood
And scarcely looked at one
that should..
It take me to places not understood.

So I took the one worn worse for wear
A sheep not needing to be tamed
The path  was cleared and trouble free
For many had trodden it before me
A life for which I could not be blamed

And though both roads might lead to home
The trodden leaves and wind at my back
Showed me light where darkness roamed
Though I walked in the shadows of sheep not black.

I shall be telling this.. with great sigh..
As I look back  with much repent
Two roads diverged in a wood,  and I--
I took the road most traveled by
And I have made no difference..

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Pope's Latin Heritage "Trumps" Right to Life

Though difficult to doubt a man who has been propped up to pious deity, I often wonder about this guy . >> Would he vote for Hillary Clinton, and the sanctification of her role for making abortion a rite of passage for feminism? I'm afraid ...that the one steadying rock in the the trepid waters of our time has been deluged and overcome, and finds itself drowning in a sea of hypocrisy. The Catholic Church... and Pope Francis :

 “No tyranny can be sustained without exploiting our fears. This is clear,” Francis said at the event, speaking in Spanish. “All tyranny is terrorist. And when that terror, ignited in the peripheries with massacres, looting, oppression and injustice, explodes in the centers in the form of violence, including with hateful and cowardly intent, the citizens who still have some rights are tempted by the false security of walls, physical or social — walls that close some in and banish others.”

In the past, Francis has been a little more blunt with his thoughts:

“A person who only thinks about building walls, wherever they may be, and not building bridges, is not Christian,” Francis told reporters in February. 


It has become obvious that this Pope holds "TRUMP" in contemptful disdain. Does that mean he supports Hillary and abortion? Does being Spanish, Latin, Mexican or from Buenos Aires ( the Pope's birthplace) in heritage "trump" the Catholic Church's stance on "right to life"?

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Feigned and Empty Promises....the Devil and Obama Use Same Strategy for the Prize of YOUR SOUL!

Sweet Home Alobama! You will pay dearly  for Obamacare,...  and get absolutely NOTHING!  They snuck another one in! Using their old trick of feigned and empty promises, and the political strategy of 'incrementalism'... your federal taxes will increase by $ 1000-3000 dollars  a year!  For tax year 2016, the penalty will rise to 2.5% of your total household adjusted gross income, or $695 per adult and $347.50 per child, to a maximum of $2,085. I feel sick already! ...More taxes and more laws equals less freedom....and more oppression! Even if you secure insurance, you probably will not be able to use it with the huge deductibles....so , consider it a tax, not health insurance.

 (...from Elrok's "The Dealer) :Battered and broken..."he" ....was ficticiously there to offer to offer them hope and relief. But only for his own cursed benefit. The weak. The hopeless. The despondent. The sad. He sought them. And like the right hand of Satan himself, he offered them absolutely nothing....yet made it seem glorious! Feigned and empty promises of peace . Of euphoria. Utopia. Not the devil himself, but the purveyor of his deeds....he offered them freedom. Freedom from the chaos inside. But they only found themselves prisoners ...( from " The Dealer")

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Apple's First Bite

(...from an apple's first bite) 
I think it is important to attempt to understand how the " Women's 'right to vote' "..
has shaped and changed America and the world.

 It may not come to the "War of All Wars" , as concluded  in the attached post,  ....but the gender gap that exists today is becoming more prevalent, and it  is bringing that scenario closer to REALITY! One day perhaps, there just may be a "WAR OF ALL WARS"..and it will be a war between the genders...man vs. woman,  balls vs. bosoms.
  
These are the social norms that have been allowed to proliferate since the women's right to vote :

>> A developing deterioration for the sanctity of life
>> The  attempted asexualization of humanity that is purveyed by today's culture.
>> The de-masculinization of the American male and  a growing attack on "masculinity"
>> The indoctrination of political correctness in our schools and our children.
>> The bastardization of the concept of God or religion.
>> Development of  a  'Hitler-esque'  media that propagandizes a society willing to be spoon fed information.
>> The attempted redistribution of wealth  and the acceptance of socialism in a formerly capitalist America.
>>  A repudiation and smug  unwillingness to acknowledge the rest of the world's cultural, racial, religious  and genetically evoluted differences ,...in an attempt to homogenize the planet  and humanity to politically correct idealism. 
>>  A  willingness to tear away time tested mores and standards that have been developed over millenia.
>>  The succumbed acceptance of our disappearing freedom for a small taste of security.
  
Safety?  Security? Freedom stands in the way!  Life?  Liberty?  The persuit of happiness?  More  human souls have been killed in abortion in just the last year ,  than in all the wars America has fought in it's history. 1.25  million in the United States alone.  Women's rights advocates would have you believe that there have been 1.25 million instances of rape or incest last year,  in which case ....it could only reveal the  shortcomings of the criminal justice system.   93% of all abortions are performed for social reasons,  (that is,  the child is unwanted or inconvenient ).

Slave and child  labor is still used by the U.S.,  but  has been contracted out. We  willingly allow the use of slave labor in China,..and Mexico,.. and India,..or anywhere else in the world , in order to absolve ourselves from Conscience...the Creator of SIN!

If  these hypocrisies remain in a country which touts such principled virtues...yet lives by codes of greed,  self-righteousness and demagoguery ,  than the country WILL DIE. These social changes have been a descension of humanity and have darkened the light of America and of the human soul.

Where will we go from here? 
                               
http://findingfreedom-elrok.blogspot.com/2012/07/women-vote-now.html

Monday, October 3, 2016

A Nice Quiet Neigborhood

One of these days,  I am going to move in to a nice, quiet neighborhood. I thought that my current house was in one of them.  Most of the residents are over the age of 65,  and the house is situated  on the 4th fairway of an old golf course. A nicely shaded canopy of oak trees stand tall and strong around the house, and protect it from the sizzling hot Florida sun.  I remember giving the realtor my final bid on the home,  as a nice cool breeze came from across the golf course and helped to simmer the sunburn on my face. This is it!   Finally. A nice,.. quiet ..neighborhood.

Fantasy prevailed during the first few weeks in the home. The wailing air horn from the train tracks less than a block away...could not dent this dream.  "Cool!",  ...we thought,  and we began to chart the schedule of the airhorn blasts.  3pm.  7pm.  4am.  738am. 11pm. 930pm.  So what if there was no rhyme or reason.   It's a choo-choo train!

Birds are happy near a golf course.  I think maybe,  extra happy.  Once the hoot owl stops his early morning mating call, all the other songbirds begin to announce Mr. Sun's arrival!  Tweet tweet!  Fweeee....fweeeeeee ...fwe-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-T!  Fwee ...fweee....fwe-e-e-e-e-e-T.  Aha!  This one wants a honey.  I smiled and slowly brang the pillow over my head to muffle his  desperate calls for a mate. An hour later,  I am thinking .."Won't some beautiful female bird PLEASE answer this poor guy??!!   I'm sure he has more than feathers  to offer,  and will give you his love for a song.

Early morning joggers start making their healthful journey down our street right as the sun rises. If you listen real hard,  you can hear cadence in their pace as they make their way. "Chiffa chiffa chiffa chiffa"....  And then,  the dogs start barking.  First,  the neighbor's pomeranian a half-block away. And then... the big dogs who live right next door!  It's a neighborhood howl-fest at 630 am!  But its okay. The joggers have passed and the sun has risen. Things will quiet down now...

Dammit!!   F@#k!  F@$k!  F#$K!   Peece of F#$kin' S@#T!   You WHore!   God Blessit!
Nope...no quiet time yet.  Golfers appear on the golf course at the crack of dawn...and curse the spiritual forces that have made them swing so errantly.    " But maybe I will find a few extra golf balls in the tall grass of my back yard",  I think to myself.

Enter:  The Chainsaws!  Every Florida resident knows that yard work needs to be done before the sun gets too high. The golf-course trees that lightning struck last summer,  are now leaning ominously towards the homes here,  as hurricane season reaches it's peak. I can't really blame them for removing the threat of a huge oak tree falling on their house. They don't know it's my day off...

Every home on the block but mine, can afford a landscaper.  These guys are Pros!  Before 9am and in a  matter of 45 minutes,  they can mow, power-hedge, edge, and leaf-blow an entire property!. Why every house has a different landscape company,  I do not know.  That's just the way it works around here, I guess...

Tony,  45 year old male  biker and the youngest guy on the block....has already gone to Dunkin' Donuts, drank his coffee and read his newspaper. The 9am sun seems like the perfect time to wash his new Dodge Charger.  But not without a little AC/DC  and Black Sabbath to help distract from the pain of rubbing in  that hard shell coat of wax.    " Roarin' thunder...pourin' rain!   I'm comin' a-a-a-wn like a Hurr-i-CANE!   ".   Tony can sing, too!

Gertrude, blue-haired retired school teacher from down the street,  took the time last week to rent a power washer...and power-washed her entire driveway in a day!  It looks great!  But....you know where this is going.  Every neighbor in the hood has looked upon her driveway with a sinful envy all week long. Her grass may be greener...but they'll be damned if she's gonna have the shiniest driveway too!  It's power washer weekend this month.  The gas kind.  With inadequate mufflers..

So,  I roll out of bed and decide to join these neighbors...who at 65 years old have more 'early morning energy'  than I can give in an entire weekend. I make my way out to the mailbox to deposit some late credit card bills.  There is a note taped to the mailbox.  "Please!  Feed your CAT!!  I am tired of feeding it every day and it comes to my house EVERY DAY!  It is RUDE! "
I shake my head....and look around to see who might be peering from behind the curtains across the street. The typewritten note has no name or  signature, so I guess they wanted to remain anonymous. Now,  even without all of the bustling sounds of the mornings in my neighborhood, I will still hear an incessant bitching louder than Hell's Bells  in my head from the anonymous note.

.....The lawn-spraying bug guy pulls up next to me at the mailbox and begins to ask if I   " need some help with my patch of weeds".  I just uncan a small smile and tell him  "No, thank you."...  and slowly turn to make my way back to the house ..in my... " nice,.. quiet.. neighborhood".