Month: September 2011

Revival

Pissing and moaning, sighing and groaning

We sit here and cry in our beer.

Why me? Ask we, to the man in the sky

And to all most willing to hear.

 

Our toys they are many, our food it is plenty

Yet we buckle in woeful depression.

As we think of lost gold and bonus untold

In this last goddamned recession!

 

But thanks be to our name we have lost not the game

As our House puppet friends will save us.

The presses will run as they steal from our son

But our asses will shine from the gift that they gave us.

 

Next time we’ve learned to be careful

And not overboard our greed

We’ll steal just the same (of course) but we must change our name

And adapt to the new ‘social’ breed

 

We’ll start a foundation and give to the needy

We’ll stop all the shit that made us look greedy

A full 10% we will give to the poor, of that we can assure

The 90 that’s left? Expenses not theft

And of course as an onus, the large Christmas bonus.

 

The Fine Art of Bullshitting


Now if you think bullshitting is not an art form just take a look at the past presidential race and you can see openly just how important this art form is to the politician who must, through long hours of intense study, become a master of his trade. The canvas of promises he paints and displays openly before his admiring throng in all it’s beauty is truly amazing. His glib tongue deftly laying stroke upon stroke across a broad canvas, he forms the contrast and conflict of his opponents deep shadow juxtaposed his very own brightest of light . . . while the layman postulates himself before the Master and stares upon his canvas of dreams.

 It seems the only time you get the truth, or even an honest opinion from this breed is to listen to these people AFTER they leave office. Generals, Senators, all the way down to the local yocal member of the school board are so steeped in spinning bullshit during their career you just can’t trust a word they say.

 Obama knows the art form and used it well. He is a Master at his trade. McCain, although I’m sure he’s also a Master in his own right, chose another emotional theme for his canvas. Obama’s work centered on hope. McCain’s centered on fear.

 More people responded to hope than fear so Obama won the bullshit (tell them what they want to hear) election in spite of the fact most people who voted for Obama probably instinctively knew he couldn’t keep most of the promises he had painted for them. They were, in the light of current events, wishful thinking at the most.

 I personally believe he will be far to busy just keeping the ship of state afloat after the disastrous last eight years of George Bush to do much else. Hell, man we will be lucky to have a monetary system at all by the end of next summer, let alone enough cash to do anything much to help the poor and needy middle class in this country.

 So how does this all pertain to our personal survival?

 A man who understands the nuances of bullshitting can and will survive longest among his fellows. He knows it is far easier many times to convince an enemy than to kill him, especially if he is out gunned and outnumbered.

 He knows instinctively if he practices faithfully and becomes an adept, the sky is the limit.

 He knows a good line of bullshit and a glib tongue can get him shelter, water and food even when outnumbered and living amongst his enemies. Even when facing certain death the true and fearless artist can sway his captors into his camp by merely corralling them with his tongue.

 A great bullshitter has to be in charge of his own mind. He must be intelligent and wise to the ways of man and of the world. He must not just control the room, he must own it. People must love him. They must look up to him. Want him to lead them. He must be a chameleon shape shifter able to capture the essence of a rainbow for them. He must like the apostle Paul “be all things to all men.”

 The greatest, the most satisfying, the loveliest words that the truly masterful bullshitter can hear is for his following to say with heart felt conviction.

 “Our leader speaks the truth.” . . . . . . . . . .


perception

I posted an essay on 911 I’d written about Scott Beamer. I believed the story about what went down was true, and that, like a John Wayne movie, the good guys jumped the bad guys and inadvertently caused the plane to crash. Since I am a bit of a romantic when it comes to these things, it was easy for me to perceive all that happening.

Others, a bit more skeptical when it comes to govt. under dealings informed me that the plane was shot down, and the wife made off with a couple million bucks of donated fund money . . . hugely different endings to the same story. . . . which one is true? Who the hell knows? We can argue till the cows come home and in the end, it’s all perception.

So, I’m wondering if there is anything such as ‘truth’ in this whole damn world . . . and wondering that, I’m also wondering why everybody is so adamant (and willing to kill) about shit that is usually unknowable to begin with.

Why would I even take offense as to the nonacceptance of my version? I could be wrong. Besides, I appreciate all opinions, because they are what a person thinks. On the flip side, people who argue using quotes from their favorite leaders all the time irritate me. I am not interested in someone else’s opinion, only theirs. To me, it’s like they feel weak and need a backup or something.

There are no photo’s of my favorite guru on my meditation alter, either

There is a small crystal ball, an acorn, and a bible . . .

In the ball I see my own image . . . in the acorn I see God’s image. . . and in the bible I see perception.

introduction

Writers draw from the same pool of thought. They re-arrange a given number of words to express themselves on subjects that have been touched upon thousands of times before . . . and yet each thought is unique, each original writing a little different from all others. Such is the way in a creation where the whole is truly greater than the sum of all its parts.

Perhaps by reading my philosophical meanderings you will generate a deeper thought of your own, or get a good laugh, regardless . . . the writings follow.