What to Love About a Lie

     It's easy to hold  liars in contemptful disdain.  The utter insult of their deceptions!  The slithering sickness of their sly manipulations.  Rape of trust.  Corrosion of faith in humanity.    Selfish motivations that can have you questioning every utterance.
 The mental chaos that ensues.
Who to trust and when.
Why the lie and to what end?
 Causing you to look elsewhere for truth....in facial expressions ....body movements...quirks, girations and gestures...minor inconsistencies ...reading tea leaves of their phanteron,... attempting to understand the crazy, seemingly useless motivations  for it.  Secretly inspired  and personally justified. 
Why oh why!? ...when the truth is so easy!  Pray you say nothing!..., and not sully the precious innocent truth!

But then the masterful liar weaves a little truth into the lie ...hiding in the billow of smoke created when garbage thrown on the flames of truth smolder.
   
I hate the lie.  Sometimes hate the liar.  But was taught to hate the sin,... not the sinner.
Had to find some way to offer redemption.  Something to save it's author from the dismay and contempt it brings.  Let me tell you....there's not much!     But it starts with a cognizance.

 Born of a conscience unwed to truth...the lie is a bastard roaming barren plains in search of food for sustenance.  There is a subtle,..yet useful power that comes while watching....studying...the liar and manipulator when you know they are  lying. The tables are turned....and whatever  they hoped to glean from their hapless excursion....only reveals more of the truth!

This is what to love about a lie:
The revelatory  exposure of truth in it's discovery.  The artful architecture no longer a tangled web,  ...but crude and basic sticks and mud built into a hollow shell.  Sometimes, now ...I can almost smile....as the liar unwittingly keeps revealing more of the truth...

Justified Injustices

The icons of our lives. Those we choose to make heroes.  Those we choose to condemn. Patriots....or traitors?   Their deeds selfish..or benevolent?    Jeering crowds impassioned ...thumbs pointed decidedly downward as good men are fed to the lions.

  Better him, than me.
We must have needed a king,  more than a hero.  Deifying the powerful while villifying the weak.  Edward Snowden .....hero, or zero?  As long as the justified injustices of your government and the NSA  keep you wallowing in ignorant bliss.....he will remain a zero.

Unnapproachable

What is the easiest way to avoid being approached?
 
Become UNAPPROACHABLE!!!
 
This is a technique employed,  sometimes consciously...sometimes subconsciously....by managers, teachers, and others who are often bombarded by the needs of the masses under their supervision.

 It involves making an interaction so unpleasant,  that their subordinates refrain from any interaction at all.  Sometimes the reason is that their workload has become so cumbersome, that they do not have time to deal with one-on-one situations,  and any concept of a mutuality of respect is thrown out the window.  Their jobs become easier, by being a total jerk to those who would look to them for support or advice.  With this learned behavior,  they no longer have to deal with the utter frivolity of human interaction in the workplace.  Their jobs have become so much easier with this simple detachment from human dignity.
And I have seen this turned around.   An employee ....or student....can make an interaction with their leadership so unpleasant...that the authoritive figure may hesitate to approach their subordinate with necessary information or advice.

This lack of mutual respect in the workplace or classroom, or in many other human interactions....has become an instinctive behavioral assimilation as  leadership becomes bent on productivity and chasing the numbers.  Skills that were once revered as vital for positive reinforcement leading to higher morale and thus increased productivity, are now seen as inefficient, cumbersome, overwhelming and unnecessary.   Are they? Is the best way from "a" to "b",   to slice through your humanity?  Or will this backfire in the long run?  

Insidious Incubation

Seldom seen,  but hideous....the  serpently insidious...wrapping tentacles around your spine and controlling you.   Lurking evil.  You ....the leeches host. Virus slowly thriving, winning battles against your soul.
     What demons have you unwittingly allowed inside?   Now fed and fueled by blindness or ignorance,  ....denial and aloofedness.   Incubation  ...gestation...birth.   Your own little miracle.   Flourishing as you wallow in ignorance.   Embracing  wasted time .  Changing you   in order to preserve itself.
       Suddenly ....you may find yourself battling tumorous complication.  Your strangled soul's death imminent....or occurring.  Perhaps changed forever or gone.
        Unseen and yet so hideous......these things that are insidious....patient and persistent, using our daydreams to produce nightmares!  
         "Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men!?....hmm? HaHaHaHaHa Ha ha haaaaaa!...The Shadow knows!....HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaaaaaaa!"
         

Fly Me to the Moon

    

Hurry!!   Fly me to the moon....before China gets there!!  As our space endeavours wane in the name of rescuing the economy,  China moves steadily forward towards it's goal of conquering the moon.  It seems that we have attached little value to this vital component in the existence of life on earth. We planted a flag, collected some rocks, played some golf,  caroused around in a mooncruiser, and bounced around like some slow motion kangaroos.  Then we went home.
      We, the U.S.,  must revisit and reclaim the moon as our own.  The 'governing' of it simply cannot be trusted to communistic or insidiously self-serving tyranistic regimes or dictatorships.

It cannot belong to U.N.,  NATO,  Donald Trump, Bill Gates, Coca-Cola or Oprah Winfrey. The time has come for the moon to become official territory of the UNITED STATES of AMERICA.  The consequences of allowing it to be exploited or manipulated by forces with selfish concern are becoming eerily closer to reality.  Explore the consequences!

The contemptuous burp....

I was just wondering if anyone else has experienced this expression of machismo .  I have seen it now many times, and I am still trying to understand what it means.  A male counterpart will cross my path on occasion, and find the need to communicate a burp. There is no way that this spontaneous emission of gastric fumes could happen with such regularity. Upon every entrance into a room....or every time paths are crossed...a necessary thumping of the chest whittled down into a seemingly harmless...yet insidiously contemptuous....BURP!     I can't help but wonder what spawns this uncanny show of machismo from some personalities.  Has anyone else noticed this behavior from some?  The contemptuous burp!   It's a real thing!

Dumpster Diving at Winn-Dixie

   

     Have they found it in a dumpster?  Illicit freedom?  We can finally have it, for the price of conscience.  And what would help relieve the curse of conscience? Well, a huge can of Schlitz and a fifth of vodka for starters. Then , forgetting the "Jones-es".....
          In empathy, do I feel their sorrow....as they rummage through the dumpster to satisfy their hunger for the day?  Or do I feel their elation, as their hunger for a social acceptance has gone away?
 

       Winn-Dixie.  My favorite place to hate...right behind Walmart. Still...I shop there sometimes.   Wore their curs-ed chains when I worked there long ago.  Never thought I would see freedom in their dumpster.

Free Cockroaches

     The digital age. Computers, cellphones, the internet, television, I-pads, androids, gps, live video cams.   Instant coverage in real time, available  to the  masses.  Shining a light on the cockroaches of the planet, whose dark age mentalities have been exposed. Rape, murder, oppression...in the name of religion...for God or for Allah.

      We have shined a light on the cockroaches of the planet. In nations ruled by dictators, they were the most free. Free to take what was not offered from their own, through threats, coercion and intimidation. That is a manner akin to rape.  Free to use their own women for personal gratification. Free to contort religion for personal benefit. Free to indoctrinate their children to hate and evil. Free to brainwash and force lies and propaganda.  Free to arm and  kill in the name of God. Free to roam their countries in wild packs and murder eachother. Free to concoct evil plans against any person or entity that might encroach on their evil desires.
       But now the world knows. They are no longer able to keep their people in the dark. The world has come to them.
        The internet and the digital age has shined a light on the free cockroaches of the world.  Watch them scatter, as they look for new dark places to hide. 

Object Of My Affection

Love.  It remains ethereal without an object for it's affection. The heavenly solution, is love of love itself.  There, in this divine bliss, we may exist for a time.
As God in Heaven created Hell,  Love is lost without knowing Evil.  To truly exist in love, we must recognize our presence in it.
Evil birthed so that love may thrive.
Of Heaven or Hell...only one can be chosen as an object for Love's affection.  

Abandoned

We are alone.  Created in His image,  and flawed, in His image. He has given up on us and started a new project in the outer limits of the galaxy. He came to us, and we killed Him. Crucified Him. Flesh of man pleading forgiveness from His own spirit. Forgive them...for they know not what they do.
Poor Jesus Christ.  Taking human form...and getting the real fix on His own creation.  Only to find us incapable of true faith.
God has left us.  Abandoned us.  Frustrated and broken,  He no longer holds a place for us in Heaven.  My God, My God....why have you forsaken me?
A pocket of marbles.  One left to roll into the gutter never to be found again. We are alone. An experiment in faith failed.  Love that never revealed itself.  A dim and withering ember slowly consumed by the vast darkness. The heavy breath of emptiness offers no life for flame.
God has abandoned us.  There is no longer a place for us at the table of the Lord. He has turned away in dismay  and left us abandoned.  Decided that we deserve to die.  That eternity was not meant for us. Not evil, but irrelevant. Not alive, but undead. Forgiveness is now unnecessary. Mistaken existence. Flaws that can only disrupt perfection. He is gone.

On Tax Day....Listen to BLACK MAN CLAY !............

RUNAWAY SLAVE - BLACK MAN CLAY -LIVE.mpg: http://youtu.be/qJq7ea88ZBg

'Cause everybody got a little runaway slave in'em...!!!

RUNAWAY SLAVE - BLACK MAN CLAY -LIVE.mpg: http://youtu.be/qJq7ea88ZBg

On Tax Day....Listen to Black Man Clay!...

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dLg1PZmXe8&feature=youtube_gdata_player

'Cause everybody got a little runaway slave in'em...!!!  

   

Men and Love

When my friends and I were younger, and in the dating scene....we tried just about everything to get a girl to look our way. A big cheesy smile.   A smile AND a wink.  A prolonged and obvious stare. Cheeks full of breath mints and your sweaty arm pits  lavishly graced with the gallon of Cool Water cologne you coaxed from the bathroom attendant. Perhaps a small  flexing of the 'guns'  for her pleasure... while rolling up your shirt sleeve. Blurting an   obvious compliment as she and her friends passed....
Remember to make eye contact first!
Size up her boobs and ass when you 'think' she's not looking!

It's difficult ...to be both  desperate ..AND  sly.  We knew to look for that reassuring 2nd glance from her as she passed you at the bar.  We men have come to know,...that  ladies are MASTERS  of using peripheral vision....and will only pay you the courtesy of  acknowledgement using that subconsciously refined skill.

But sometimes,...after they have passed you,.. they may take a quick glance back at you! As long as it wasn't accompanied by a scowl ,sneer, eye roll  or a middle finger,.... this second glance was YOUR CLUE!... that ...at least visually...she had some interest, and you should go talk to her.
 Of course, opening your mouth and actually attempting a conversation, might weaken that first impression.
 If you are interesting, funny, or sexy enough to capture her interest for more than a few minutes in conversation,  you will have to endure that  often fatal... yet necessary... trip she takes to the restroom with her entourage of girlfriends , where they will discuss your fate!  She may never come back!
   
First impressions.

They begin the fantasy that is the first phase of all relationships.
 Lust.
Sex appeal.
 ...Infatuation.
   
As a few of our youthful years passed, there came a time when many of those ' second looks'  had become  "dirty" looks.
 Not realizing we had gotten a bit older and were perhaps eyeballing girls too young for us now, the teeny boppers we once impressed only saw us now as dirty old men!
   
Tiring of the rejection..we capitulated to  marriage.

For a man ,... this can be  a gigantic leap of faith,   knowing the odds are against success statistically.  Men think in these "logical" terms even though logic does not apply.

Divorce rate at 60%!
Am I really done with this scene?
Will I  have to get a job?
And somewhere lurking in the back of his mind... he realizes that  should he become a father, his paternal role may be reduced to strictly a monetary one.
   
Sometimes we marry for love...sometimes for lust...sometimes because of insecurity...or for all of the above!
When you are younger, and have security issues, you might marry simply to secure some SEX!.
 Finally!    You have found someone who will actually have sex with you!    And more than ONCE!
   
But it is nice to have someone know you...and actually likes who you are!
Someone besides your Mother,  that is !
 A grand compliment!
And marriage... a place to rest all of those insecurities spawned by the hundreds of rejections, eye-rolls,  and gagging gestures you received as a lonely desperate  sex-driven single man.

 
 For most men,   their lonely lives as wolves, pack-runners and fist-bumping wingmen was void of any real emotion, The  notion of love and real affection could not POSSIBLY  be conceptualized    before (at least)  two or three years  of mind-clearing testosterone dumping sex. At least!
 
Women are different creatures. Their thinking patterns,..  the clothes they wear,.. their  life decisions,... transcend logic and  are dictated by girlie feelings and wimpy emotions.
They have no need to explain things logically.
They were not creators of the fist bump.
They look  less at those 'guns'  you spent endless hours in the gym to make,  and more at your smile.
Pleasing them sexually includes pleasing them emotionally...a concept foreign to a blinded  young testosterone conquered male.
 
Women  love and hug each other openly, talk about almost anything to each other, and express emotions freely .
They take bubble baths alone and cry at the movies.
 Men do not.
 Crying at movies not allowed. No bubble baths alone!
 The only time in his life that he can express himself by hugging...kissing...actually exposing himself emotionally in those ways seemingly instinctive to women.... is when he has found love.

Poor hopeless schmuck!

Just a thought.

 Have a Happy New Year!

What Silence is Saying

                              You cannot hear it unless you listen..

                      Muted revelations.
                      The gaps in the conversation.
               Words unwritten held in captivity between the lines.
              Proverbial truths muffled by the pleasurable sound of your own voice.
                        Abysses....crevices...of information, lying in the void..
                        Screams of pain.   Joyous laughter.
                         Night falling.   A new day rising...

Take the time to listen to what silence is saying.  It's voice not part of the conversation, it wants you to hear what it has to say.  It harbors truths that cannot be put into words...

Dictator

      Dictated, overtaken, ruled, obliged, and puppeteered by perhaps the greatest motivator in all of us.  Fear, and the unknown.
       Fear.   It's face has never been seen...but it is ugly and monstrous. It is a snake in the grass, and the clap of thunder in the clouds. It is in new beginnings, and in old comfortable places we must leave. It's the first and last kiss.   Life is dictated by fear, even if it is lived in lustful contempt of it. For who would not concede to fear, fears fear itself. (THX FDR)
      Everyone fears.  And that fear dictates and guides us through a life of choices and unknowns. And like an alcoholic who is drawn to the relief of the stress of fear by consuming the drink which takes it away,  we are all drawn to the same subtle intangibles that fend this black hole that just may consume us. We must defend,   or if necessary...attack that ungodly fiend, lest it consume our illusions that are it's foe.   Happiness. Love. Hope.
     Fear becomes our friend, and our enemy. It consumes and immobilizes us....or it motivates us.   Introduce yourself  to this entity within. Begin to recognize your faceless dictator.

The Dealer

Battered and broken..."he" ....was ficticiously there  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.  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 in a vicious cycle of addiction....chained to substances that would not allow them to choose a return to that wonderful chaos....a time when they were unchained and endowed free will.   Free will now usurped by addiction.
      The dealer.  He is not the guy on the street....but one inside your own head.  Recognize him when he comes 'round with his bag of goodies. Your freedom is an undiscussed part of the sale.

Little Green Men

 

  Little green men. All too often the manufacturers of those salient thoughts of yours. Those wondrous new ideas....the impeccable inarguable logic...the vein and structure your mind has built through years of disseminating  right from wrong,  truth from unbearable falsities. Gathered from respectable ....venerable sources that your

instincts have taught you to revere.  And then allowed to permeate some hungry...some vulnerable ...braincells.  Through the mystical magical process of your own brain's center, cement together a seemingly genuinely original thought.  One that was yours, and yours alone ...pieced together and produced in proud and sanctimonious virginity.

      When humble, summon the sources of those salient and virgin thoughts and ideas.  Are they yours and yours alone?  Might they have been veered, captured, released , imagined, channelled, imprisoned, held hostage, absorbed gestated and  then repelled?  Has their absorption been impeded by training and indoctrination?  Which thoughts are yours....and which have been created by little green men?

What doesn't kill you....

It is weakness..not strength..that lets  a heart harden.  Better to stifle the raging pain than feel it.  Is there strength in blunting what is your human emotion?  Have you evolved in yourself a callousness that you consider strength?
    The strength is in keeping your ability to muster emotion. To feel,...to love,...and to love again. It is in weakness that you build a fortress to keep the pain in these emotions at bay.  If there is any truth to be found in the cliche'..."what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"....you must find out exactly what it is that you have made strong.  Is it the new barriers to empathy , love , or emotion?  To the passions that make you human?  What has made you stronger,  just may have killed the human inside.
Keep strong,  and do not build these barriers.  Your humanity is your strength....

The End of the World

     Not when...but where.  At the tip of your nose.  This is the place that it ends, for most of us.  God-given talents did not include telepathic empathy.  Never to enter the phanteron of your brothers.  Wallowing  in the swirling currents of your own mind.  Your fantasy projected onto a blank screen of human flesh.  Your vision a feeble guess.
     Your belief in the brotherhood of man is what allows you any faith or trust in anyone.   We all belong to the same spirit,  in which faith in it allows the sight of it. Without this faith,  you are forever in the darkness.  Alone.
       You need not search for faith.   You were born with it.   You live with it daily.  You embrace it with every breath of air.  Discovering it again will allow you elusive empathy.  Not breaking through the phanteron,  ....becoming it  through osmosis in .....recognition....of the faith with which you were born.   Embrace it,  so that you may live beyond....the end of the world.....

Tea Party Is Over

    Should you attempt to rebel against the tax tryanny of your government , what would be your fate?   An escape into the wooded wilderness until the revolution is won?
      From each according to his ability, and to each according to his need?  The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,....or the one?     When did Marxist communistic principles replace the values of individual liberty and freedom?   It has been a slow assimilation,  as the greatest fears of the ideological architects of  America are realized.  We  have allowed governments to usurp our lives and freedoms, as we are mired in regulation and as our lives are unwillingly swallowed by the ever growing black hole of government.  Tea?    The audacious spirit of rebellion that fueled this world's most important revolution is gone.  The tea party is over. There are no flames to fan, no embers to coax.  Desperately cooing a soft wind  over the cold ashes  is futile.    Fear has extinguished the fire and caged the soul that would dare stand in defiance of this awesome oppression.

Homogenized

   Your most important decisions have been made for you. Have a passion?  Dare to dream an idea??  First you must unbury it from a coupla hundred years of law and regulation.  "Ignorance is no excuse."...even though years of law school still makes for battle in the courtroom.  Law libraries whose volumes stack the walls from floor to ceiling. Fictional battles fought on what is between the lines. Years of preparation for a single case. And more laws to come.
      It is too late to unbridle yourself and run the plains. Fences strung too high and too often. You must stay with the herd, chomp at the bit, and wear blinders. You must quell the flames inside of you until the point of an internal combustion.
      You have become homogenized. Your spirit stymied to save the system. You are no good, for the common good.  "We"  will decide the virtue of your existence...the value of your ideas....the validity of your religion....the limits of your liberty...the time and place of your "free" speech. Yes, you ARE the 99%...and don't you forget it!!

Oppression Frees

       Power to the people will come from taking it away.  At the point of futility will come a climax. There will be action, or concession. You will be offered a final choice ....your soul freed to make it.
       It is "personality"  that 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. Your vortex of action or concession is a very personal one. Perhaps your last choice of free-will has already been made..
      "You only have power over people as long as you don't take everything from them. But when you've robbed a man of everything, he's no longer in your power....he's free again." (Alexander Solzhenitsyn, In The First Circle 1968).
       

It's Not About You!

Rationalized behavior.  Sordid deeds. Tasteless tidbits of salted morality made palatable to your conscience,   your selfish and evil doings unguilted by a simple rationale.   "It wasn't about you!"
So your heart remains unscathed ....as your actions lash and scar those you have hurt. For your cause was greater than their injury...your ideal worth their pain...your selfish desire a fruit worth plucking from their tree,... when your branches are bare.
A convenient escape from the grip of conscience is to bolster the thought that "It's not about you!"......................when it should have been.

Hover

The forest through the trees.  Outside the box.  Finding the round peg for the round hole. Lifting the fog.  Gaining perspective. Getting rid of baggage. Smoke and mirrors. Little white lies. Manipulative bastards. Relentless beradings. Abusive psycopaths. Selfish motivations. Frivolous endeavors. Loveless relationships. Cultish beliefs. The eye of a hurricane.  Buying a used car. Donning darkened or rose-colored sunglasses....

 Hover.

Lift yourself...and hover, as if from above.  Stay there a while. Have a cup of coffee and remove those shades.
And then, re-immerse yourself with new understandings and perspectives. Your humanity requires it.  Your sanity depends on it.....

Can Fate be Tempted?

Fate.   Your journey there a tightrope on a tangled web.  Adrift in swirling currents that lead to only one destination.  Predetermined for you,  you may see it coming ! Perhaps you will attempt to steer your vessel in another direction when the shores of your fate finally come into fair view.  Or might you sail victoriously towards your destiny?

    Fate.  It's existence clear,  but it's whereabouts unknown..   Is it lurking in the fog ...waiting to sneak up behind you and grab you in the darkness?  Murky waters created by your panicked strokes to the opposite shore?   Dim-lit features obscured by your own cursed fantasies?  

   But there it is.  Once you have found it,  it's existence not so mysterious.  It had been there all along! 

    Fate exists, but it's place is not always fixed.  And it is not alone.   It can be tempted...once recognized, if your imagination allows for it.  We may run and hide in an attempt to avoid capture.  We can choose our destiny at times exercising free-will.  We can create fates that are God-forsaken,   or that are awe-inspiring.   We can lure fate to us,  or cautiously avoid it until we find another.  We can choose at times to accept it.  And at times it will choose for us.  We may choose to tempt it with the ultimate lure of our frail existence.  It has a mind of it's own,  and a personality .....that exists  and flourishes only with the aid of our own imagination.  Tempt it if you must.  It's response is your own creation. 

   

Robin Williams Suicide Note

none needed.   We are sorry for your pain.

Night falls
and no-one listens.
Why can't they hear the
screaming as
night falls?
Tell them to listen to the
night falling...
I blink my eyes and the
darkness stays with me, so I
squeeze them tightly and
imagine there is daylight.
Taking on the world
of a blind man to sheath
the reality of night...
No one hears the night falling.
But I have heard this sound
oh, most apalling
more often than the 'crack of dawn!
Why do they only hear the screaming
when they are asleep
and dreaming?
Tell them to listen
to the reality
of night falling...

The Humble Narcissist

This is new territory for me.  I am about to apologize.  This is not easy for me. But I know it's the right thing to do.   And I am always right.

I am sorry that I was born like this.  Superior. If I could wish it away...I would!  But dammit.....I was born better than most,  a burden I must bear for the better of my race.  Unable to be subjugated by my subjugates.  Their puny minds.  Miniscule and meaningless.    Cumbersome weight of their soul-less carcasses carried by me! 

I am about to apologize...because it's he right thing to do.   And I am always right.   I am sorry you were not born with the gifts I possess.  I have no empathy ... because I cannot ...and will not...comprehend your daftness.  I have shit on you because I am an ass in your view.   And that is what asses do. I am not without conscience you know.  I just have no need for one!  Wrong is something that I am incapable of doing.
I am about to apologize, and it's not even my fault!   Please accept my place here.  It is your place to shine my shoes,  and it is my place to scrape the gum off of them, I guess.   I am sorry for your contempt.  As I live the dream....you are probably daydreaming while staring into a mop bucket and an empty 'fridge.  It is not easy being me.   I am sorry you don't understand.
There!  I've done it! Apologized.   It was easier than I thought it would be. I knew I could do it!   I am ......The Humble Narcissist....

Paradox of Time

The paradox of time in history:
We have taller buildings but shorter tempers
Wider freeways but narrower viewpoints
We spend more but have less, we have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge but less judgement, more experts but more problems, more medicine but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, listen too little, love too seldom and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living but not a life.
We've added years to our life but not life to our years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We have conquered outer space but not inner peace.
We have done larger things but not better things
We have cleaned up the air but polluted the soul.
We have split the atom but not our prejudice. We write more but learn less.
We have learned to rush but hate to wait. We have higher incomes but lower morals.
We have more food but less appeasement. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.
We have become long on quantity but short on quality...
These are the Times of fast food and slow digestion, taller men and short character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace but domestic abuse, more leisure but less fun, more food but less nutrition.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, of  fancier houses but broken homes.
These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer you up to putting you to sleep.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stock room.
A time when technology can bring you a letter and a time when you can choose to either just hit delete or to make a difference and get involved.
We can all choose to get bitter or we can choose to get better.
Let's all look out from the darkness and see the light....
 

What Really Happened?

It has been said that history is written by the winners.  And rewritten ...by politicians and biased motivations.  Did you ever wonder what really happened?   Have you any desire to validate versions of it presented to you through indoctrination?  Reveal truths previously unknown  by attempting to understand the perspectives of the minority, or of the loser?
It is time you rewrite history.  You can even write the carbon-copy of your indoctrination. But write it yourself, with knowledge gleaned from the underdogs. Truth and righteousness does not always win....Though everybody loves a winner...you just may be loving Satan himself....

Just in case you found your neighbor's mail in your mailbox this mornin'......

Just in case you found your neighbor's mail in your mailbox this morning'....

I absolutely love the post office,... it's hard working dedicated staff,... economical prices, ...efficient processing ...and fast delivery service!
 Friendly mailman is missing a few teeth, but always lends an ear to my life's problems. He only laughed with hardly any cursing when he stepped on a land mine in my front yard. ( pile of doggy -do-doo) . Although 750 people have asked him about the weather today, he still somehow comes up with a witty reply and beams that endearing toothless smile.!  :-)
 " You can keep the bills!". , I tell him. ....and he laughs like he's never heard that one before!
"Checks, I only want checks!"....and he laughs again, joking that "he will take care of the gift cards!". Ahahahaha...he is such a joker!     Gotta love 'im! !!

Every once in a while, he will personally sponsor a neighborhood "meet-and-greet", ...by purposely delivering the whole block's mail to one box. A little minion of President Obama, practicing his community organizer skills!

His bosses must treat him really well, because it is reflected in the way he treats his customers. Cudo's to whoever is at the top of this priceless organization.!! We used to kid around that it was run by the mob! But no mob boss could keep'em smiling' like our happy, happy, dear toothless ever helpful, wonderful mailman!

I absolutely love the mail service, and just know it will be around for an eternity! That's why they made those "Forever" stamps , after all! 

When I reach the Pearly Gates, or the Fiery Pit....I just know there will be a package waiting for me there delivered by the United States Postal Service!!! And inside...inside will be some white-feathered wings, ...or a shovel and some well sharpened tines!    Even if I don't know the zip code!   Thank you...thank you...thank you U.S.P.S.!!!