Just rattliing on my own time.

Now that you know me what is the game you would like to undertake? Everyone is excellent at something and that is your game. Everyone plays apart whether they like it or not. We, or rather you are most likely just a pawn in their game. The game the powerful play. I have no idea their names but you can see their decoys parade around as world leaders. Death is death no matter how it comes upon one. There are no rules to the game of life, the Master game. Those that play it earnestly play it the best and know the secrets pity to deal in death, they deal in power and we are the current. We are the ones that suppose that killing is unavoidable.
I do not agree. Killing is a choice that we make. But that we could never make had not it been demonstrated for us as part of the game. Killing is better than the fear of being killed. Fear is demoralizing, embarrassing and shameful.
We are current, we are herd, mob and mobs, maybe soon again fighting our own civil war. It is there right in front of you. Fear of the blacks that will always hate you and me. Whether this idea, this seemingly racist idea is supported can be experienced on any TV program featuring hip hop or Rap as I knew it. Tasteless aboriginal lusts, the flaunting of riches, the emotionless jabber or the passionate ravings of ignorant bastards is in a place of prominence and legitimacy that scares the shit out of me. All I can wish is the worst for them. What a waste of chemicals.
There is no excuse but fear for permitting vermin of of such limited consciousness to exist. I am ready to defend myself, and hope to perform well when targeted.

My how time and one gigantic moron infects all. What ever happened to the twin towers and all the sanctity that surrounded it. Now there are even attempts to joke about it. Does anyone remember the outrage we had for one bearded mountain man of considerable wealth. What was his name? Saddam, no, nailed him, even when he was hiding in a spider hole in some peasant's backyard, in the middle of nowhere......we found him. Then after months of humiliation, justly deserved, he was hustled away and grossly hung with derision and a base, animal, primitive conclusion....then given air time. And who was that other guy the one that brought down the towers? He must be that little dinky guy from Iraq's neighbor Iran. Little fuckers' got the bomb and a clear slate. He has permission to lie and absorb the world in his melodrama. He knows his God loves him for this, and he is made gloriously aware of the fact every time he draws the attention of President FUBAR, the world leader through righteous salvation, with the knowledge that his God has his back too.
I still believe that President FUBAR has a plan to stay the imploder in-chief. He has given himself the power to remain such through a series of presidential letters that have all but shredded the constitution in favor of continuing the same administration in the event of a national emergency or an imminent terrorist threat of a magnitude significant enough to stay the elections. The magnitude needed for such an action to be determined by FUBAR and his surrounding BLACKNESS, his closest Administration members.
Rattle, rattle, rattle, yeah I know I rattle. There are so many interconnections in the reactionary world matrix that have us by the ass, claws deep into the part of our mind THAT WE USE. That is all of it, for most.
Some though still remember that trip they took in the sixties or seventies, that changed their lives forever. It made them question everything. It permitted them a third person view of the matrix, for just a nano second. For a longer period of time it allowed them the concept of God, to interpret to their own needs and preconceptions, delivered to them during their own particular brand of parental or period type scholarly view brain washings, prevalent during the post WWII era when we trippers wee growing up. There was lots of chrome, lots of God, and no sex. There was no sex, and it was strange when one intimated that there was. I remember my first orgasm. Afterward I must surely have been consumed with the idea that something that felt so good could be so bad in the eyes of my parents and their God. I am sure that I buried that quandary in my subconsciousness to there after rot until I took that trip.
That's the way it looks from here in the path of Fay. Yep Fay was right over my house for awhile yesterday. I've only received only over a little over 6.5 inches so far. This storm was so good for Florida, not necessarily for all the folks living here. But for the State and it's freshwater lakes... WOW!

Hello Chil'run, Lets sing a love song.

It has been over a year since my last post. No one has posted a concern about that. I feel alone with my sentiments, rough and brutal, but never threatening enough for you real shit junkies to relate too. I am too frightening for your crowd. Not the kind of real that gets realized these days. These days.

I still think, but with diminishing returns these days. There fore when this one trys defining human involvement with the 'real world' (this means as defined and portrayed, heroicised and greased, by the scope of contemporary media, beginning with TV), this one is left speechless. That is my defense for thinking less. Thinking about, or worse, from within this greed/power induced reality of todays Mega Ants on a ball, one finds ones self in a meaningless and endless pursuit to keep up. That keeping up is the energy that focuses the collective consciousness of the worker ant millions serving the Mega Ants.............. on this small ball ........hurtling through a space.............. we are only beginning to understand ......and recognize the ultimate danger or infinite delight......... we are so near to .....on the razors edge...... of time, not a time, that we tend.....with our thinking or the silencing of it.....and our doing or harder, to do........with our  non doing. 

Stop thinking. stop your internal dialog, and then gather yourself together. Breathe and get back! Shake it off people let the gas crisis not panic us but teach us many valuable lessons we won't easily forget. Let this Poodle and Bulldog election teach us all that the total colapse of the 2 party system has happened, the people will never elect one of their own again. They will elect what has been orchestrated and love it. Let crumbled but unhumbled America,( Thank you George W. Bush for your contributions to world peace and humanity as the persona of our involvement with the many crises of human condition asking audience, and how you gave bottomlessly to the hungry, the misplaced and homeless, the threatened, assaulted, raped, and maimed, masses on other more helpless shores.) that sits target and diamond like amid suffering and death, remind us, and alarm us, and make us concerned participants once "he" is no longer technically our Commander in Chief.

I own the domain 12/21/2012endofdays. There is much written about the Mayan Calendar and it's near ending date 12/21/2012. I will be challenged to describe my feelings concerning this upcoming event. I have perceptions that require seminar. I have understandings that float in the future and are target for debunkers and so-called realists. We are quickly being sucked carefully unconsciously into the vortex of time and we are speeding up in a very real but unwordable way. 

I apologise for all inconsistencies and wacky streams of incoherencies....... but who really cares, kk

Sound it out phonetically.

Still sweating, still alive

Bush sucks!
It has been too long between posts. I am so full of diatribe but feeling somewhat contrite. As if any of you could give a shit.

We all know it is the beginning of May but do the rest of the planets occupants? Something is really different this spring. I can't put my finger on it and I really have no historical data to back me up. But something is very different.

Most folks have heard of the bee situation this year. Oh, you haven't. Well they aren't showing up....the bees that is. And no one is sure why. Some think it is a series of pathogens, some think it is due to the microwave towers that carry our cellphone signals. Maybe it's both. You surely know that it would only take about 3 years without bees and our food chain would fall apart.
It is said that every fourth bite you take is made possible by bee activity. Bees pollinate fruit and veggies. No pollination, no veggies and fruits. No veggies, no feed for livestock......no meat. Let see no meat, no veggies, no fruit, hmmmmmm. Something isn't right when the estimate is that fifty percent of the nations bees.....just didn't show up this year.
Bush sucks!

It's only a sense of desparation. Like a movie

I deplore putting fingers to keys. My attention span has shriveled to that of a man too anxiety ridden to move for fear it is the wrong move. Not wrong move, for any movement is better than none and I make concerted efforts. But while carrying out a set of priorities I find a place where energies might be better spent. This place, or whatever it is, should in all probability be done before I finish the task I am on or I might have to backtrack and do demolition or just kick myself in the ass for not being more foresight driven. And this goes on ad infinitum.
What are the best moves to make. What moves will make others easier or more effective? That chain of decisions is the highest priority, this writing about it is not.
The same ponderous beast I shall loosely call the government is so determined to waste time and effort questioning every effort by every life saver and planet saver that presents an immaculate argument for action contrary to the beasts inertial movement.

What is it with political correctness that words have to be made up to allude to what they mean. That way word frigs like Glen Beck can show how friggin doublespeak they are. What is that?

How can we do anything about anything? The impossible begins at home for most of us. Family, food, shelter, energy. Everyone is attached to every nanosecond of his life by these same four. Most of us think we have those things under control, or at least three of the four. I beg to differ. I think the things we give our least attention to are the things most perilous to our immediate future. So many little cogs, billions of them , clicked into place on the machine that turns and churns to nowhere. It has been built for us to run to keep us occupied while a few interests and minds run it and us all.

It's not plugged in, it runs off our panic, our uneasiness with death, and our misuses of life. Our flamboyant and excessively violent uses of energy, while we are plugged into it, show clearly how fearfully we wish to light the darkness, any darkness that exists. We must remit to the energy we have wasted. We must save the world. But.. How can we do anything about anything. Without the will to pull away from energy wasting ways, and ideologies that have already given the planet up for lost to be consumed in the rapture, and the powerful political media that would keep us from examining the global reality that science sees in perilous motion, we are simply fucked by, and fucking the machine.

God & Consequences: The Other Side Of The Story

How do bloggers do this? With such a shit load of possibilities and perceptions vying for center stage. There is so much to get involved with but this is insanity. I am a democrat, once upon a time I was an independent with glowing ideals and visions of how cool earth could be if we tended it rather than mined it. I thought with naivete that religion was what you decided it was as long as your God was a good god. That's a laugh. Gods are hypocritical, scary evil motherfuckers that foster minions of mindless, filled with righteousness, to pity and scold and reform and kill in the name Big Mambo, or in the name of a man who would have no part of violence or killing or hate.

Anyhow an independent has no power so I became a democrat because I believe democrats want only enough power to make a difference, to start the turn toward planetary salvation.. I think they still can find room in their world for anyone's gods, even though religion in general gives fire and fuel hostile violence, world over, daily..hourly.
It's just too hard to maintain any coherent stream of consciousness without seeing the futility in it all. I'm happy religion is becoming as polarized as it is. I' m glad that it is as creepy if not creepier than ever, to watch the rapturists and the fundamentalists get all worked up. I hope a fucking asteroid hits the earth and some of us wake up to find we have nothing left to do but wake up and start all over again. I snatched this blog up. Then saw a million more and stopped. If one is to survive and see the signs one must be a party to serendipity and feed it. I don't know what.
God & Consequences: The Other Side Of The Story

If at first you don't succeed ...

....your mother should have shot you. I am so pissed by the idiocy and infantile lunacies that suffocate reason and common sense so thoroughly in this country. This is one fucked up America. I can't remember when I have ever seen it this fucked up and I'm 60. Just drive a mile and see if you don't get pissed enough to wish evil. Oh that's right you wouldn't. You're the ass hole that's got the phone up his ass, your passenger wheels in the bike lane, your head so low in the seat that your Neon looks pilotless, and the ground shaking intrusive coming from it should get you shot for noise polution. Someday when they determin that the slamming bass of momma's tricked out Neon has caused irreparable damage to the environment or the critters in it, I hope you're strung up by the nuts and have your sound systems surgically implanted in your pointless ass and cranked up all the way.