A Clear Vision of the 20(/)20 Olympics Tokyo 2020!!!

By the year '2020'  I hope we have  " cleared  the hurdle " around the controversy of anti-doping in the Olympics.
Firstly,  it is inherently unfair that a person should win an athletic competition just because he lucked into the better gene pool.
Why should I be denied entry into the 100 meter butterfly swim competition just because my parents were both under 5 feet tall and my arms take me through the pool like a flailing sea turtle?
Why should Kenyans be genetically endowed with such long-distance running superiority,  and I be denied just because I am a young stocky legged Jewish boy?
This kind of prejudiced injustice MUST END,  and ALL athletes in the Olympic Games granted access to any means necessary that will make these games FAIR!  Doping?  YES!!  :)    Genetic splicing??  not "yes",  but 'HELL YES!!".  Steroids, ketamine, cocaine, crack, psycho-tropics, and other performance enhancing drugs?    Yes, ..yes ..yeS..yES and ..YES!! ...
 Government leaderships threatening dungeon time, torture, or holding your family captive? Why not!
 Lance Armstrong the head of the International Olympic Committee?  Great!!
Yes,  it is time to see things more clearly by the 20/20 Olympic games!   There is only ONE way to make this competition fair.   It will be a free-for-all,  but it will be one hell of a competition!!.    Damstrate.! ;)

Willow Woods

In the deepest darkest depths of willow woods
Where trees shiver
Where birds never fly
Where leaves don't fall but just rot away
on lingering limbs
I sat myself against a musty molded
trunk of wooden planet
No shimmering wet leaves to arouse my sullen eye, ..  just darkened silence
and the deafening sound of nothing.
If I screamed I'd shatter this world,
but only for a moment,
until it's motionless shadows shoved the muffled sound back
into my pounding heart..
In the deepest darkest depths of willow woods
Where sound is mute
Where rain never touches the rail-rooted ground
Where only darkness survives
and loneliness seldom visits
I wait..........

Evil Love

Oh babe...
You know those things you shouldn't have said?
 Well I've said them..
And all I have said is true.
You begged me to keep the silence
but the silence was killing..
Murdering.. me and you
I was tired of running the circles
'round  the real problem
the problem a   FUCKED ..UP ..YOU!
Why won't anyone listen
all they keep hearing
are bells that keep ringing
 Hell's  got ahold of you!
Won't you please answer
the B-U-R-NING question
devouring the love
the love that was ours
that will hold us forever
in this fucked up journey
a journey that we wish could end?
But for now
we will feed the wild forces
that force us to feed
our love that's eternal,.. eternal and true
The fire !
The flame!
The heat and the passion
Drives me insane!
Why won't the evil in love
leave us alone
so that we can finally
 end
 end this pain!?
Oh babe
The things that you should not say
Well, I've said them..
And truth is to blame
The fire the fire the fire the fire
that burns with our love
Is it our love that we must sustain?
But the fire the fire the fire the fire
devours our love
yet we feed it
just the same....
The fire the fire the fire the fire
THE FIRE THE FIRE THE FIRE THE FIRE!

"What to the Slave is 4th of July?": James Earl Jones Reads Frederick Do...

 In  this Nation's divide lies a chaotic balance.
 But sorrowfully,  in one form or another,  a stark  hypocrisy remains.
 Though the site that provided this speech, .. ( performed by that master orator James Earl Jones),  is an obvious manifesto of liberal ideals,  Fredrick Douglas's speech is in many ways  metaphorically attached to the the practice of enslavement...which IS... the liberal ideal.  The last line of this speech can be used to describe the potential for a burgeoning revolution !.... one that is capable of re- igniting the American spirit which was once daring and tenacious enough to fan the flames around the  heated gases within our human souls!

"  for it is not light that is needed,..but fire!  It is not the gentle shower,..but thunder!  We need the storm! The whirlwind! The earthquake! The feeling of the Nation must be quickened..   The conscience of the Nation must be aroused!  The propriety of the Nation,  must be startled.  The hypocrisy of the Nation,..must be exposed! And the crimes against God and man..must be proclaimed..and denounced!  "  - Fredrick Douglass

The Feigned Gesture

Did you ever have someone offer something to you,  when they have no intention of giving it to you?  Sometimes uttered, but often times.... offering it in a word-less gesture?  Disingenuous  'head-fakes" ........which are sometimes guised in friendship or sympathy,   but  are void of sincerity?                    These insincere offered courtesies...  are a hollow and manipulative artwork painted with a soft brush.   The canvas:  the needful  and naive nature of your human mind. That  caring, loving, helpful and giving friend or family member....really does not care, or love enough, does not want to help,  or give a goddam thing.  But they will offer it.

    Is it for love or sacrifice?  Often times,  it is for neither.  It  is a 'feigned' gesture, ... given in hopes that the offer  alone will manifest in your mind.... and create an image of a venerable angelic creature who does not exist !  The weight of his gestures too cumbersome against the weight of love in your relationship, this manipulative character will soon find a way to ease out of his commitment should you take him up on it.

   The next time I drop some change,  and my good manipulative buddy half-heartedly leans over to help pick it up......I will stop and let him do it...., holding my lower back in a feigned but grimacing pain.  I will feign a  reach for my wallet after dinner at the Outback,  and thank him quickly after he offers :     " Oh, lemme get that!".   Then,  I will quickly  scurry off to 10 minute handwashing session  in the bathroom.  My good manipulative buddy has no idea that he will be helping me paint the house this weekend. I am going to take him up on his offer to assist!
     He is a politician, ... who will promise  you the world ...knowing that the world is not his to offer!  Like a sinner who prays for forgiveness,  but does not repent,  the truth of his nature will eventually be revealed. Something tells me that soon,  very soon,   I will have this friend no longer....as  fulfilling these gestures brings burden to our relationship.

Now then, would anyone like to go to breakfast this fine Sunday morning?   My treat!