The State of the Onion

Once again, the state of the onion is bringing me to tears. No matter how I slice it.
 It is a "strong" onion!   Not a vidalia, but an obama  onion.  Inarguably rankerous.
 I would like to know just exactly who to thank for the state of this onion.  If it was a vidalia onion,  then the state of the onion would be Georgia, and I could probably thank Jimmy Carter. But since it is an obama  onion, I am not sure of what state to thank. Is Kenya a state?  I would like to find out the truth about this onion's state!
 Someone ....just tonight...was trying to give me their opinion on this onion's state.  But this is my onion,  and I think I will form my own opinion .  From here.., it stinks.!  But this guy is all he way up in Washington D.C...and he keeps telling me that my onion doesn't stink.
  Hey dude, I think I am a little closer to this onion than you are. I think it might be just a little bit difficult to truly understand the state of my onion from way up there.  I'm telling you....it really stinks. 

The Miracle of Death

Death is a miracle.  Though not often thought of in that way, it is as much a miracle as birth.  Most think of death as the end.....and birth as the beginning. Birth is spirit embodied, death ...spirit freed.   The spirit had been there all along.
Examine the MIRACLE.....of Death!    Marvel it's wonder.
It is something that you can't live without....

Unseen

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 things that slowly mold
             our lives and our souls....

Obama Cares

Who cares about your health?  Why, it's the guys on the corner of Happy and Healthy!  Walgreens!   They care, because they can profit....You are a patron  for the quality of their service and convenience...
Obama Cares!   Of course he does!   Government's prodigy thinks he has found the eternal profit of your vote,  and amorous benefit to his cause .   The Communist Democratic Party.
     Does he care about your health, or quality of life?  Most certainly,  so long as you become subservient to your government...and are hammered into the mold he has made for you. Like the devil himself ,   he will offer you feigned and empty promises of nothing....yet make it seem glorious...
Obama Cares.   But what does he actually care about?  Pompous and self-righteous,  his pride is at stake.  He will say whatever it takes to save it.

Foreshadowed

   Oh....the days and years I have known this man. This man , who was once a boy and could never have imagined this day....
     As I gazed inside the mirror...a terrible fright sent chills through my bones and shrank my skin!  ....for the man there was someone I did not know.
     Staring back in a lifeless gaze was a body empty of spirit. And...as if a soul hovering gently over it...was studied from outside of it.
     Who was this man?  That was known,   but not recognized at the moment. The body had separated from the spirit.....and that spirit watched from a close distance.
      A momentary separation of body and soul. Perhaps, their parting was unexpected and frighteningly foreign?  Or perhaps there was an obscure  recognition of each...and the astounding effect of realizing their individuality.
     Whatever the case,  I wish to keep my spirit aloft now and again,  watching as if remote...at times...seeing this man I have become.  We have been together for so long, yet rarely stop to recognize eachother.  My soul....removed from my body...saw lifelessness there.  My body...cold and frightened...empty and scared..
     For now , we work together in endless harmonious debate.  But we will separate once again when fear subsides..... for that moment...which instilled much fear and angst....we know we must experience again someday soon.

The Womb

     He was comfortable here. And for now , he wished to stay. To be carried in a gurgling warm ball of womb and be held without touching....feel love without having to show love....sleep while keeping others awake.   Inside this womb,  there was no need for blankets when it got cold.   Food was provided daily.  And when it rained....he never got wet...So when it came time to leave, he would  have none of it!  The primaeval course that sought to eject him from his warm and wonderful home....rhythmic pulses that would in increasing intensity,  attempt to repel this foreign body....booting it out onto the sidewalk of life.
      Those primeval forces will ultimately win.  And though it is sometimes imagined that you will keep eternal your home here,  the cord you held tightly in your gums may slip away....and wrap itself around your neck,  cutting off your life sources....perhaps damaging some of the brain cells that prove your humanity.
     The cold air and brash sounds will make you writhe in miserable uneasiness. You will spend the rest of your life trying to rid yourself of this uneasiness.  What womb will you create for yourself next?  

Silent Revolution

A  Revolution has begun. Can this one be realized without squeezing a trigger,  firing a cannon,  releasing toxic gases or loosing viral pandemics?   Is it possible a revolution can be won without sacrifice....that it can emerge and envelop existing paradigms born from the onset of civilization?  An upwelling of love and compassion built on a growing awareness and recognition that we are all brothers in humanity?
     No.
Greed will stifle any such revolution.  Utopia a concept left for Heaven.  Kingdom Come. Denial of evil's existence will only allow it to insidiously flourish. Endless sacrifice is necessary to keep it at bay.
      The silent revolution. Burgeoning effect of a population no longer stifled by ignorance or subdued by propaganda. Powerful forces will wage war to keep the status quo.  There will be a price to pay. But this revolution is underway...

Revolution is remedy for the resurgence of evil in an eternal battlefield for the human soul.

Unlawful Intent

The sickening pride of legislation.  From where does it emanate?  From a desire to have your name permanently etched in history?  Perhaps a need to achieve hero status, and save the world from themselves?  Year after year after year.....now 237 years of them federally...not to mention state, county, city, law and ordinances ....YOUR elected officials making things better for you by slowly eroding your freedom.  Is the list of things you "can't" do now greater than the "list" of things you "can"?
   

Because it is the law, does not necessarily make it right. The intent to curb and cage society for the common good ....works well for a society of sheep. We are not sheep.

    ".Nothing so needs reforming as other peoples habits.
Fanatics will never learn that, ...though it be written in letters of gold
    across the sky!
It is the prohibition that makes anything precious. ".  - Mark Twain
    Human nature....tell them they can't and they will want to all the more.
    The nature of sheep leads them to eventual slaughter...

Call in Sick

     

The weekend is finally here!   Freedom at last!  Two whole days unchained!  What'll it be?  Childhood revisited?   A two day endless summer?   Sand...surf....sun?  Perhaps some imbibed relief from the life you have chosen?   Or has it chosen you?
     

Chances are ....you work at a place that is in direct conflict with your religion. And your politics.  Yet ...eyes downcast,....you carry on.  Wearily marching forward ,  or becoming what you know to hate...in order to buy back a coupla days of freedom.
     

This is America!  You are free because someone told you it is so. Free to choose the entity to which you will sacrifice your soul .  Morality sacrificed in the name of productivity. Your body and mind  sold to gods and idols you have created for yourself.
      

What pieces of your soul have you sacrificed today?   Freedom ?  Have you cannibalized the reality in order to hold on to the fantasy?
      

 "Liberty is being free from the things we don't like in order to be slaves of the things we do like."     (Ernest Benn)

Election Results In! Verified!! Santa new Prez in 2013!

      He finally did it!   In a presidential race that proved closer than any in history....the results are final.  It seems that in an unlikely turn of events,  and a vain attempt to prove  machismo... both Mitt Romney aund Barack Obama  lost to Donald Trump in a spontaneous arm wrestling match in a small Irish pub in South Jersey. The stakes:   Drop out of the race if you lose.  If you win....well, you are not a wimp!
       Little did they know that under Donalds pale pencil pushing white arms, was millions of dollars worth of the best steroid technology known to man and Lance Armstrong. Both of them were pinned by Trump in seconds. Game Over!
     The third most votes went to, of course, SANTA CLAUS!   Disgruntled and apathetic voters finally got their wish.   What a day for history!
     No comment from Santa yet,  but we should expect a few words from him after his his annual sleighride around the world.    Can't wait to see what is left in his magical sack!
      Coming in behind Santa:
                                                  #2   Chuck Norris
                                                  #3   Mickey Mouse
                                                  #4  Chef Boy-ar-dee
                                                  #5  Tupok
                                                  #6 Easter Bunny
                                                  #7  Tooth Fairy
                                                  #8 Elvis
                                                  # 9  William Shatner
                                                 #10 Will Ferrell

Clinton's Personal Hell

Personal Hell.  I think that's where all of us hellbound will find ourselves. We won't be comingling in some seedy after-hours bar with Hitler, Stalin, Sadam , or with members of the occult.  We won't be chained to a pile of coal and whipped while stoking the flames of Satan's fiery pit .....we won't be holding hands while venerably chanting Lucifer's praises around the glowing lava.  Our Hell will be our own,  as we fall from our innocence and clamour to reclaim it.
      No matter what the history of the poor soul of Bill Clinton,  his personal Hell will be in clamouring to regain his innocence which was so publicly defiled.  He will never be free from it in this world...

Never Fear Your Government

   Ahh, yes!   The naive principles I latched onto as  a young boy. Simple concepts conveyed to me by complex men.....often leached into conversations over the dinner table.  Truths often debated,  but never denied. ...   for truth cannot be denied.  For many, integral to their own freedom, is freedom from fear.  Freedom from fear is to trust and have faith. To trust and have faith in government, is  a desire for freedom from fear.
      I say to you that it is important to fear your government, and that you should never fear your government.  Two seemingly opposite concepts that are both true.  The next time you pass a state trooper and your heart palpitates.....that's fear.  The next time you curse the IRS at tax time...but pay anyway knowing the consequences...that's fear. The next time you concede to the oppression in order to salvage the status quo..that is fear.  When you trade your freedom for the illusion of security...it is out of fear.
    Never fear your government.  It should never control you, and certainly  never through fear.


      

Women Vote Now

     A woman's right to vote just may have changed the world.  Battles...Wars...raised from hell and savagely fought for God or honor,  or perhaps from sheer boredom. Men battles. Real men. Macho men . Testosterone influenced instincts driving them to conquer and control, provide and prosper....persue and lead.

   Women vote now.  Bathed in maternal instincts which make them seek safety...security...protection for their children and families.  To nest.  To relax.  Either they chose to free themselves from the obvious oppression,  or men began to understand their value in a fast-changing world capable of destroying itself.
      We are no longer free to reign and conquer. Perhaps the idea was always just a fantasy propagated by women who were really always in control anyway. Females  , whose concerns about safety and security may have pulled us from the brink of destruction, and maybe even extinction. Or perhaps they have   lulled us all into  a  false Eden,....  voting ....to trade our  freedom for a false sense of security.
   

 Somehow, they have controlled us from an apples first bite. They control birth and our progeny. They have castrated us from the only thing that ever gave our lives true meaning......to conquer and wage war!    Perhaps one day, there will be an ultimate clash between the sexes,.......A "War of All Wars",......and it will be male against female....balls versus bosoms.....with the weight of gays determining the outcome....

The Declaration of Dependence

     When in the Course of governmental actions,  it becomes convenient for  a hum an to embrace the political bands which have separated him , and to deny the nature of his being and the natural powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and Nature's God entitles him....a decent indignity to the opinions of the government kind requires that he should declare the causes that have drawn him to this dependence.
      We hold these truths to be convoluted, that all men are created unequal , and that the need or desire to excel shall be limited and regulated by the just bodies to which we declare our dependence.  That we are endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable Rights, which shall be determined by this entity to which we resign these rights,  as  they assume His role in attempt to be the leaders of Heaven on earth.  We relinquish the abhorrently troublesome per suit of  Life, Liberty, or Happiness to our great and powerful leaders, the oracles to whom we are forever  indebted for the gracious gift of their genius. 

Reduced to a Number

You are a number.

With the onset of the computer age, it has become oh so efficient to 'reduce' everyone and everything....to a number.  Then, those numbers can be.... CRUNCHED!
.
What happens when everything is reduced to a number?  What happens when YOU have been reduced to a number?  Why,  you have been REDUCED!

Will you accept that the bright and colorful spectrum of your human  soul, your personality, .....of your humanity ...will only be expressed in black....or white?   The awesome efficiency of disregarding, squelching, homogenizing, oppressing...reducing...the human spirit by expressing it in a statistic or number.......dims the wonderous light that is carried in each of us.
  
You are more than a number
.
 In this era of computers, there has been a subtle and subconscious ....but real..assault on your humanity.   For all of the work put into it, it will always be lacking. To manage solely by numbers is

a lazy and unthinking, frustrated  skill-less and artless undertaking. Those who embrace the numbers ,  have actually 'succumbed' to the numbers,  because dealing with people on a human level has become much too difficult for them. Only love people with no math skills.

I Can't Find It!

    As children, sometimes we give up...before we begin.  Instant mental depression when told to clean up our room! Six months of clothes , games, and candywrappers.  Old socks or new? Washed or clean? Do I have to smell'um?  Better to close the door and hide the mess.  We were overwhelmed.
    Rather than beginning to even challenge the convoluted quagmire that has tentacled itself around our beating hearts....we have given up.  The task seems overwhelming now, as we have rested on our laurels....or someone elses laurels...and allowed decades of garbage to pile up as we thoughtlessly gazed into fantasy's oblivion.
      How would you approach a seemingly overwhelming task today?  Would you attempt to feed off fantasy until your life's end? Or would you confront reality and pick it apart...piece by piece ...until you conquered it?  Would you, like a child, close the door...overwhelmed....and give up,  before you begin?
      There is a truth in the value of freedom. Truth finds a way of revealing itself. Somewhere....under the garbage...it will be found by those who have taken on the task to uncover it.

Bound by Freedom

       In your elusive quest for freedom, have you become bound by the illusion. Are you freedom bound, or bound by freedom's illusion. What will you sacrifice to keep the dream alive? Will you cannibalize the reality to maintain the fantasy?
       Your dream is important! But do not make it a mere fantasy. While you wait, hope, and meander in the fantasy, reality is changing. Will you wake up?   ....or will you comatose, atrophy....surrender to being spoon fed.  Reality of oppression nears, as you acclimate and assimilate.....As you sleep to keep the dream alive.....you slowly kill it with your complacency.
     Tasers, redlight cameras, patriot act, sopa.....pipa...the irs...trillion dollar federal budgets...pride in legislation....judgement before trial...the most incarcerated nation in the known universe.  Symptoms of an illness whose cure won't be found while quivering under the bedsheets.......

Shallow Hal

     " I am deeply superficial" (-  Zsa Zsa Gabor)   Do we really hate Newt Gingrich because his first name reminds us of a lizard, and his last name reminds us of the Grinch?  Do we like Mitt Romney because his first name reminds us of America's favorite sport, and because of our affinity for ramen noodles?   Is the vote going to be cast for the most handsome, the most photogenic, the most likely to win?   Will we vote for a loser because he can win? Please tell me we did not vote in Obama because he is black.
        I have heard from many men that their wife is the most beautiful woman in the world.  Their eyes see beneath the layers of crackling sagging skin and graying hair. The beauty they see comingled with the heart they have grown to know.
       It's time to vote ugly. All the handsome in the world won't ease the pain. How can we see through to the heart if we are all so deeply superficial?
      Eliminate political parties. No democrat....no republican...no libertarian...no wig or tea party.   Line'em up with bags over their heads. Listen to what they are saying! Try to find their hearts.  Compensate them without money. Empower them with your lust for freedom. Enlighten them with the radiance of your soul. You must fight for your stolen innocence..

Jumping Out Of Airplanes

      We are in the last year. 2012.  Thanks to the insights of oracles like the Maya and Nostradamus,  we can now plan for the ultimate end.  Will we kneel down and pray?  Or will we jump out of airplanes? Chuteless?  Hang glide the Grand Canyon. Parasail over Jurassic Park.  One lump or two?  Why TWO, of course. Make that three. And yes, I want it biggie sized, and I do want fries with that. Will they even ask anymore?  Should I stock a cave in the mountains with post-apocalyptic canned goods. Hey!  Remember she said she wouldn't go out with you if you were the last man on earth!   Well maybe you can finally put that one  to the test. Was your time well spent,...or well wasted? Will you attach new credibility to country music?  Is there such thing as a new cliche'? Ahhh...how about a time capsule?  Never mind,...your local dump has that covered. You could cancel your next dental exam.  Won't be needing the chompers.What will we do now that we must live like we are dying?  It's time to empty that 401-k.  Give that nasty boss of yours a piece of your mind.  Tell the kids they won't need to go to college!! Look for a comet to collect your soul?  Crumple to the ground in remorse for the life you've lived....or stare straight into the heavens with arms outspread as you receive eternal damnation?  What is Fiji really like?  All those hours toiling over the crabgrass and dollarweed in your lawn.....days...months...years....manicuring, landscaping, feeding....watering....getting rid of the bugs...And still !!  the neighbors grass is greener.  Does the world still end at the tip of your nose?   Or will the impending doomsday give birth to burgeoning brain receptors capable of telepathic empathy?  Will you find inner peace?  Can you save the world? Does it really matter?
      Dont panic!  There are still a few months left !!  Maybe. Grab a bean bag chair and fling it down the stairs to the basement. Pop open some of that vintage wine and have a seat. Watch some old home movies and reminisce.   Then grab your tab and book that flight to Fiji.  In your mind, you are there already...

Someone Elses Bloody Hands

      Not a democracy, but a representative republic...we have handed our voices to those we hoped shared our ideals.  Neat and tidy little packages of human icon,  sent out to do our most  critical thinking for us, and provide a buffer for any blame that may fall on us. Need to kill a few Iraqi's to ensure the free flow of oil to our ravenous American economy?  How about a few thousand?   How about a coupla hundred thousand?  Your poorest neighbors with the proudest hearts couldn't afford a college education and joined the military. Their deaths are worth your financial well being?  Is the freedom you desire a freedom from guilt or direct responsibility?

        You ate a hamburger today, but when is the last time you slaughtered a cow?  Have you ever rung the neck of a chicken and plucked the plumage from it's hairy carcass.  Have you ever even thought of it while driving -thru at the KFC?  Ever hear the piercing screams of a squealing pig?  Do really know exactly what pieces and parts are in that steaming cylindrical stick you call a hot dog?  Your pre-packaged and far removed mentality just won't let you go there.  Just whose nuggets are in those chicken nuggets?  

Paying With Your Life

      The average value of human life is less than 20 dollars per hour. Sometimes a lot less. But you agreed, and then traded your freedom for a piece of the action.  Eyes downcast as you pass the bossman who feeds the greed. Willingly offering him your life and freedom at a price...for the illusion of a life of security. With will, skill, luck, and justice...you will buy your freedom back by the ripe young age of 62. Or 65. Or 70.  Or whatever age it takes to "save the system".  The plan for saving the system is to make sure you never collect!
       What price will we pay for the wars we never fought?  You will lay down your life!  Eyes downcast as you allow the government bossman to guarantee your life as he simultaneously takes it away.  The "greatest generation" will be completely gone in 12 years. They may have saved freedom for the world as each took a personal stake in their own freedom from evil and tyranny. And WE are their replacements!!
Far removed and virtually unscathed by the battles fought abroad...we have sacrificed our freedom at home to fight battles across the globe. We will pay with our tax dollar. We will pay with our indentured servitude to the government of the U.S.  We will pay with the subtle yet unrelenting oppression that will consume our children through overwhelming monetary debt. Our battle will be long and hard. Sacrificing freedom to ensure the illusion of freedom.

Look Up to Humble

      How many times have we attached pious deity to our our representatives, only to find them disappointingly human. The soundbites and make-up that made them a cut above. The illusions of knowing their hearts without having had one dinner conversation. Our lives and our dreams placed willingly into their hands. Astounded when they stoop to the ugliness of their own flawed humanity...
      It is time that we look up to humble.  Political arrogance has cost us our inheritance.  These political gods must be humanized.  They are no better than us, nor should they be. Traits of humility that allow us to discern, to weigh, to deduce and remedy...are the traits to be desired.   Nothing is more dangerous than the delusion of omnipotence...

Forge a Signature

     You were not there when your name was scripted.  But you will be blamed when the check bounces....forced to prove a kniving heathenous wretch has forged your name on your personal account. Who was this scheming psycho who dared to enter your personal space and abuse your good name?
      Was it ...  perhaps....an uncle of yours that breached your trust when you allowed him to enter your house by the mere happenstance of his relation to you?   Was he born on the fourth of July and audaciously waved the banner of the American flag as he left your house on his birthday?  Did he wave goodbye with a wink and a nod as he scurried out the door with his hand over his vest?     Did he gesture love and then...like a snickering thief....smile as he forged your good name to his wrongful deed?
      Remember that you are related not by blood, but in spirit.....to this uncle who has taken to  the excesses of booze and has slowly gone senile. When he comes back again,  kick him out...and let your brothers know he's in the neighborhood....

Rock the Baby's Cradle

      Ahhhh!  Sweet, sweet complacency!   As blissful as ignorance, and as comfortable.  Like we never left the womb.  When it rains....we don't get wet.   Food is  provided daily . A constant and contentful 98.6 degrees. Whatever that noise is outside...we can drown out with the sound of our own heartbeats.
       But alas...we will be forced to leave.  Primal forces will ultimately win, and boot us out onto the sidewalk of life. Rythmic pulses in ever increasing intensity repelling  what has now become a foreign body.
     Rock the cradle.
        The voices we have chosen to soften are our own. The screams muffled by the deafening sound of nothing. In a dreamstate of blissfull complacency.   No real reason to stoke the flames within,  as long as we can continue to exist in the meandering state between sleep and reality.     " .....until the next revolution...."   -elrok-
"

Your child: Inoculate and Indoctrinate

Welcome, dear sweet child...to our world.  Now stay calm and have a seat...this won't hurt a bit!   Just close your eyes...and before you know it, the pain will be over. Our vaccines will ensure that evil influences from within never have a chance to show themselves and cause you great pain. We will help you build resistance  ...keep you from fever....and quell any uprising that may build within you.
      We'll start with a series of vaccinations ("eleven shots by two Ma....how sure are you, Ma?")...intended to  fend off  diseases that might spread to the masses.   A real personal "hello" injected into your child by two.   Without any personal research  or doubt,.. let us pierce your child with a needle to thwart off subtle influences from within. And as a parent...filled with faithful fascism..you allow it ... in a dunned conformity... naively lofting your child into a  false perception.  A timeless world of butterflies and bumblebees ...where life's biggest tragedy is a skinned knee. Illusions promised of dreams fantasied  in a world where decisions....even as they involve your child...will be made for you.
     Promises of an education!  Well why not??  You trusted them with needles injecting unknown microscopic substances into your greatest work of art. Certainly they can be trusted with your child's education.
    ' Trust us....to indoctrinate...er,...educate your dear sweet child. There is really nothing left for you to worry about. We've got it from here....'

Obama Kills Osama

    

When I heard that Barak Obama was an actual contender in the race for the presidency,  it was the first thing that came to mind.  Are they (" they " being those unknown entities that cause all harm .....generated by our deepest paranoid  influences" ) , or is fate...concocting some strange set of events that would bring such a headline?  Some six years later, it has become true!  I am wondering if as time goes on,   history will reveal odd coincidences like those little freakish factoid findings that surrounded the deaths  of Kennedy and Lincoln.
     Was Obama elected because of his race?   Or was Obama elected because his name was eerily close to that of Osama?    Was part of America simply trying to prove their "Non"-prejudice by electing him?   Osama Binladen/Obama Biden?!   Points to ponder as fate keeps rolling the dice and eeks out a smirk every time he rolls snake eyes....