WWSP's Shadow of th Marigold

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Oh Little Baby Man - Cluster-Fucked!

Oh Little Baby Man. You are cluster-fucked! It's not that you are in the middle of a cluster-fuck, you are a cluster, and you are fucked! Not in the good way.

If Mueller's Investigation doesn't get you, the Adult Film Actress will. One of the better headlines I've read lately: In Bid To SLAPP Stormy Daniels, Trump Admits He Fucked Her!

Friday, March 16, 2018

To Live the Myths We Are!

This is Joseph Campbell in "The Hero With a Thousand Faces:" "The mighty hero of extraordinary powers - able to lift Mount Govardhan on a finger, and to fill himself with the terrible glory of the universe - is each of us: not the physical self visible in the mirror, but the King within."

That reminded me of this from Jimi Hendrix: "Well I stand up next to a mountain, chop it down with the edge of my hand... I'm a Voodoo Child..."

And this:


Thursday, March 15, 2018

The Gods, All of Them!

"Do you believe in God?"

"No... well... I mean... of course... I mean... I believe in The Gods! All of them, animal, mineral, vegetable, ethereal!"

Krishna: "I am the Self, seated in the hearts of all creatures. I am the beginning, the middle, and the end of all beings."

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Little Baby Man Has Lost His Mojo!

Little Baby Man, he's not sleeping well, he hasn't slept well in a long time. He never exercises, he eats fast-food, processed crap, his body is big, bloated, unwieldy, unhealthy, a seething, ugly gas-bag. He wakes up with a start, an uneasy nap interrupted by a deep, unholy snore, snoring like a diseased, asthmatic pig. He stumbles over to the mirror. He has transformed. He squints and sees Harvey Weinstein. No, that can't be right. He looks closer. No. Not Weinstein, still just Little Baby Man. But something is different. Little Baby Man has entered a new phase of life. He is a toxic plague, a noxious-cloud of poison, he is radioactive, human paraquat, a bulbous bag of jet-trash. All his hate, vulgarity, ignorance, racism, grandiosity, all his lies have backed up and turned inward. Little Baby Man has lost his Mojo. He is having a bad hair decade. His hair is a live, ugly animal. His hair is viscious, always angry too. Little Baby Man is actually bald on top, just like his father, but his hideous comb-over owns his fat-boy ass, he is a slave to his comb-over. What of today? Little Baby Man has to get ready for another day. Days of hate. He knows, deep in his fat, bulging, diseased heart that everyone really hates him, just as he hates them. It is a love-fest of hate. Tillerson. The son of Tiller. What did he say, "Fucking Moron?" You couldn't actually have that carved on a headstone, could you?

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

"They said our gods, would outlive us, they said our dreams would outlive us, they said our gods would outlive us, but they lied..." - Nick Cave

I am entralled, captivated, mesmerized, by Nick Cave's 2016 album "Skeleton Tree." It is an album recorded in the wake of Cave's young son Arthur's untimely, tragic death. Unspeakable, unbearable trauma hovers over, around, and through these songs. Stark, naked, raw, strangely cathartic, gorgeous, mysterious, haunting, extremely sad, deeply profound. Hypnotic.

I actually saw the film, "One More Time With Feeling," filmed during the making of the record, before I listened to the album. The film is gorgeous and absolutely devastating. Rich, vivid, otherworldly, black & white. Filmed with a special black and white 3D camera. Even viewing the film in 2D is an extraordinarily overwhelming experience. So personal. Raw. Suffused with power, mystery, unbearable emotion.

At the center of it all, Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, two fantastic creators, locked in an amazing collaboration, two artists working at the highest level imaginable in the shadow of the incomprehensible.

Monday, March 12, 2018

The Clown Role: Mistaking Shadow for Substance.

Our Little Baby Man President is a monstrous, vulgar, ignorant 71 year old infant. Think: Freud's pure id unbound. He is also a would-be, reality-TV, tyrant.

I came across these sentences from Joseph Campbell's "The Hero With A Thousand Faces," published in 1949. Rang a bell. Today's update of the saga, Robert Mueller III is cast in the role of "Hero," Little Baby Man, the would-be "Tyrant/Clown."

"The tyrant is proud, and therein resides his doom. He is proud because he thinks of his strength as his own; thus he is in the clown role, as a mistaker of shadow for substance; it is his destiny to be tricked. The mythological hero, reappearing from the darkness that is the source of the shapes of the day, brings a knowledge of the secret of the tyrant's doom."

Sunday, March 11, 2018

A Simple Existence!

I think I have "discovered" a little secret. The secret to everything. We live in a complex, interconnected, environment. We are flooded with information, images, events. We are suspended in a complex web of phenomena that is difficult to navigate and process. Life can sometimes seem totally daunting.

What is the secret? Simplify. Sounds simple, right? Simple-minded. Maybe it is. I find that I am always looking for ways to simplify my life. How to live with less? How to streamline? To have less choices. Less stuff. Fewer connections. Fewer inputs. Sounds counter to the cultural drift. We live in the culture of more, and more, always more.

There is something elegant about a simple directness. A clean line. An honest day. A few tried and true possessions: these boots, these jeans, these sunglasses, this guitar, this coffee, these guitar strings, this bicycle. Simple, clean, organic food.

Less decisons, less choice, less confusion, less uncertainty. I mean, there is the greater uncertainty of our certain life, but there is a sort of grace and elegance in making a movement to simplicity. I am not preaching. You are, of course, free to live however you'd prefer, why listen to me, but for me, simple is a sort of revelatory idea. I have gravitated to a state of simplicity. It seems so natural and right.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

"A Ubiquitous Power Out of Which They Arise..."

"The world of human life is now the problem." 

Ain't it the truth? That's a sentence, robust, full-bodied, resonant & powerful. Of course, it's taken out context too. But it just sits there at the beginning of a chapter entitled " The Womb of Redemption," in Joseph Campbell's masterful book, "The Hero with a Thousand Faces." 

I am rereading this great book. It is so wise, quite profound, very enlightening, with illuminating insights on nearly every page. If you've already read it, you might think about reading it again; you may, like me, find new insights, surprises, things that light you up now, that didn't light you up then. If you've never read it, you are missing out on one of wisest, most entertaining, thought-provoking books in the human library.

One of my favorite passages: 

"And so, to grasp the full value of the mythological figures that have come down to us, we must understand that they are not only symptoms of the unconscious (as indeed are all human thoughts and acts), but also controlled and intended statements of certain spiritual principles which have remained as constant throughout the course of human history as the form and nervous structure of the human physique itself. Briefly formulated, the universal doctrine teaches that all the visible structures of the world - all things and beings - are the effects of a ubiquitous power out of which they rise, which supports and fills them during the period of their manifestation, and back into which they must ultimately dissolve." - Joseph Campbell

Friday, March 09, 2018

Stormy's Storm of Truth!

Maybe it's not so surprising that I would be rooting for Adult Film Actress, Stormy Daniels, in her lawsuit against Little Baby Man and his buffoonish, henchman lawyer. In this battle, all the class, all the sympathy, is on Stormy's side. Yes, it's obvious Little Baby Man paid her "hush money," ($130,000), and had her sign a coercive NDA, to buy her silence, to keep her from talking about their sexual relationship before the 2016 election. Was the $130,000 a secret, unreported, illegal campaign contribution/expenditure? 

Funny, he never signed the document, and he disguised his identity by using a fake name. It is all so characteristic of Little Baby Man. What a lame-ass scoundrel. And the charade is all coming apart. It is the coverup, the blatant lies that constitute this scandal. Little Baby Man just cannot tell the truth. He is incapable of being honest & forthcoming.

It must be a great burden to always have to spin new lies. A full-time job. As I've written before, his ability to lie shamelessly is his one true superpower. What is his "Kryptonite?" Truth. Facts. Stormy is the storm of truth coming down on his sorry ass. Free Stormy. Let her tell her truth!

Thursday, March 08, 2018

Lady Luck, Be a Lady Tonight!

I am writing from a remote location. Everything is different. Living with dogs. The internet connection is a bit flakey, or maybe it's the computer, it works briefly, then freezes. Add it to the list of little frustrations in my life. Lately lots of little, petty, frustrations - "The feeling of being upset or annoyed as a result of being unable to change or achieve something."

Yeah. Roger that. No major traumas, just lots of little niggling fuckups and disappointments. Makes me think I'm not with the program, sort of out of sorts, out of whack with the general drift of things.

Are the gods conspiring against me? I'm swimming against the stream so to speak. How to cope? Plow ahead. Damn the torpedoes. Both feet in, sweat and blood flying. Why not?! Maybe my luck will change?

Wednesday, March 07, 2018

"At some point, the sheer numbers of the dead become unmissable..." - A. Sullivan

I've been thinking about writing about the "Opioid Epidemic," but never around got to it, and then I came across Andrew Sullivan's article in NY Magazine. Definitive. Beautifully written. Masterful. You should read it. 

I guess, you can distill my thoughts on the subject down to Nancy Reagan's (no, really, not kidding!), quite ridiculous and pithy  slogan from the 80's: "Just Say No!"

Just like Oscar Wilde, I can "resist anything but temptation." I have learned that sometimes, (usually), the best policy when it comes to many, or probably, most intoxicants, is to just say NO! Nancy wasn't cool, but probably wasn't wrong either. When you pick your poison your poison also picks you!

Here's Sullivan: 

"To see this epidemic as simply a pharmaceutical or chemically addictive problem is to miss something: the despair that currently makes so many want to fly away. Opioids are just one of the ways Americans are trying to cope with an inhuman new world where everything is flat, where communication is virtual, and where those core elements of human happiness — faith, family, community — seem to elude so many. Until we resolve these deeper social, cultural, and psychological problems, until we discover a new meaning or reimagine our old religion or reinvent our way of life, the poppy will flourish.

We have seen this story before — in America and elsewhere.
The allure of opiates’ joys are filling a hole in the human heart and soul today as they have since the dawn of civilization. But this time, the drugs are not merely laced with danger and addiction. In a way never experienced by humanity before, the pharmaceutically sophisticated and ever more intense bastard children of the sturdy little flower bring mass death in their wake. This time, they are agents of an eternal and enveloping darkness. And there is a long, long path ahead, and many more bodies to count, before we will see any light."

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Love This One! Surprise!

I must say, I am floored by this 2016 record by the Rolling Stones, "Blue and Lonesome." I had my doubts. The last Stones record that really impressed me was released in 1978. It was my friend who coaxed me into buying this record. I was prepared to be disappointed. Nope. Not disappointed at all. It is a fantastic record. Who knew we needed a new great, hard-hitting, sterling blues album in our record collection?

This one was recorded in 3 days. No overdubs. Classic, Urban, Chicago Blues. It just seems so right. So natural. This band of musicians stand up well to the classic Muddy Water's lineup featuring Little Walter. Or think of those classic sides from Howlin Wolf and Hubert Sumlin.

No blues cliches. These songs are illuminating. Thrilling. Surprising. The Stones aren't trying too hard. They are just embodying the blues. It's in their DNA. Plug in and let it fly. Jagger is one of the great blues vocalists and also a superb harmonica player. And of course Keith Richards and Ronnie Wood bring tremendous tone and feel to the party.

These old-timers found it on this record. Conjured that old Mojo. 
Love this one. Surprise!

Monday, March 05, 2018

Poor Little Baby Man!

From Axios... here is Mueller's "Hit List!" This is not a Witch Hunt. And it's not going away. The heat and pressure  on Little Baby Man is gonna go to "11." Oh poor Little Baby Man... what you gonna do?!*

*UPDATE: It is now obvious (and acknowledged), that this info and subpoena was leaked by Sam Nunberg, who was melting down yesterday on all the cable shows. So it's actually a misnomer to call it Mueller's Hit List. Let's just say it's a list of folks that Nunberg may have communicated with that Mueller is interested in. Why Nunberg would want to leak this to the press, and create such a fuss on cable TV is anyone's guess.  Doesn't look like a smart move. At all.

Sunday, March 04, 2018

Sometimes a Feeling Doesn't Translate!

Our band whitewolfsonicprincess is a 6 piece ensemble. We can create a tsunami of sound. Last night, three of us performed at "pop-up art show." A voice, two guitars. We did a mix of originals and covers.  

It was a challenging show. Sort of unsatisfying. The crowd created a much bigger noise than we could conjure. We were underpowered, overmatched. It felt like we were totally swamped by the chatter, and hubbub, of the crowd. Still, like troopers, we powered thru, feeling sort of tiny and invisible in the corner of the room.

We were glad to get through our set in one piece. What's funny, post-show, we got more compliments than a typical full-band show. Lots of folks came up to us and told how much they enjoyed what we were doing. We earned some new fans. Passed out some cds. So odd. 

The audience thought we were "wonderful," and the three of us felt pretty unsatisfied. We are always shooting for a transcendent experience. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. But really the show isn't so much for us, as it is for them. And I guess it worked out better than we realized. Sometimes a feeling doesn't translate. Seems just our energy, our presence was enough to make an impression on some folks. Surprising.

We like to say, and we believe, that we learn something from every performance. What did we learn last night? Our feelings of our performance has little to do with what an audience perceives. A small sound in the corner can reach across the room over the tumult of voices. Sometimes our presence makes a bigger statement than our voices or songs. There is no perfection. No matter what is happening, it's best to push through as if everyone is listening and everyone cares. Surprising.

Saturday, March 03, 2018

The Unbearable Lightness of Coolness!

Since I've been on the planet, (I've been on the planet since TV was black & white, and transistor radios were "the thing"), I've always wanted to be "cool:"  The best way to say something is neat-o, awesome, or swell. The phrase "cool" is very relaxed, never goes out of style, and people will never laugh at you for using it, very convenient for people like me who don't care about what's "in."

Being cool is essential. A vocation. A mission.  Since I've been on the planet, the Liberals/Progressives have been winning the "Culture War," even as the Conservatives, the Retrograde Forces of Backwardness, have a stranglehold on our Politics.

It makes for a whiplash kind of existence. The constant pull from cool to not cool. 

What is Cool has stayed pretty consistent over time...

Whatz Kool?
Open Minds.
Open Arms.
Human Rights.
Civil Rights.
Vinyl Records.
Free Speech.
Not Smoking.
Social Safety-Net.
Gun Control.
Gay Marriage.
Pot. Medicinal and Otherwise.
Jazz. Rock. Country. Blues. Folk. Classical. Polka.
John Lennon.
Dalai Lama.
Nelson Mandela.
Patti Smith.
Reading books.
Being Cool.

Friday, March 02, 2018

Not Only, Or Not Always, Pissed Off!

Someone near and dear to me sent me a note, worried about my health. Seems one of my recent posts sounded intensely angry to her, and she was worried that I was a seething ball of anger ready to boil over and explode at any moment.

No worries. I am fine. I believe that I am still level-headed, cool, calm. I still have my wits and sense of humor about me.

I love to write. I love to write with deep emotion, or deep thought. I love to engage with the world around me. Writing is a "cathartic exercise:"  Providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions; causing catharsis.

Often I write about my worst fears. It's a way of working through them. You know maybe a sort of magic alchemy. Write about the worst things, get them out into the light of day, and in that way,  render them powerless. Doesn't always work. But I do enjoy writing and I think we should try to fill our lives up with things we enjoy.

Unfortunately, the last year or two, I have been consumed with our political life. I write about Little Baby Man often. He is appalling, disgusting, it's takes discipline not to be totally, madly, deeply outraged every hour of every day.

I want to be engaged and aware, awake, but not consumed. It's a delicate balance. Not sure if I have managed it. But no worries, I am fine. Pissed off, yes, but not only, or not always pissed off!

Thursday, March 01, 2018

The Fuck-Up!

I am blogging from an undisclosed location. It's super-quiet here. Sort of monastic. Living with dogs. I fill my time up with music, books, and following the news of the day.  I am expert at being alone, without feeling lonely. I think it's a good skill to possess. 

I get the sense that our President is melting down. That the Ship of State is sinking, taking on water, the rats are jumping off, and the whole thing is about to capsize. Interesting times. I watch an interview with Woodward and Bernstein and I think of Nietzsche's idea of the Eternal Return.

Bad shit. Bad juju. When the Powerful turn out to be so corrupt it seeps into the land. The corruption is in the water, the air, the vibe of the land. We are all swept up in it. We swim in corruption too. It infects us. Shadows us. We spend way too much time thinking about people who don't deserve our attention.

Maybe it is instructive. Maybe it's necessary. We need an accounting. A cleansing. Let it come down. We are watching a catastrophe slowly unfolding. I am confident that we will survive this debacle. The story is astonishing, and appalling. 

A President is not a King. But the man in office sort of defines the era. This is The Fuck-Up. The time America really fucked up. Let's see if we can recover our senses, our purpose. I do think the Reckoning is coming. It will be stunning and awesome. Hopefully we can pick up the pieces and find a renewed purpose.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

An Invisible, Invincible Shield of Stupidity!

Little Baby Man, you know, the guy in the White House, says really stupid things. Often. I mean, all the time, no, I mean, just about every time his poorly-chosen words (a stream of nonsense), pour from his slobbery mouth.

Little Baby Man actually said this about the Parkland shooting, no kidding... “I really believe I’d run in there even if I didn’t have a weapon.” (Unfortunately for us... NO SUCH LUCK!).

Is that the stupidest thing Little Baby Man has ever said? 

Not sure, it's hard to judge the levels, the degrees, of stupid. In order to discern the stupidity on display, you actually need to delve deep into the stupid, kind of like jumping in a pond of scum, and try to make arbitrary decisions on what is "stupider" than stupid.

Let's just say, it was another really, really stupid thing to say. One of the uncountable number of stupid things that dribbles out of that man. Does anyone really believe that Little Baby Man would run into a building where a murderous kid armed with an AR-15 was randomly shooting down innocents? Nah. Don't think so. Even his biggest fans must know that is complete, utter, deluded & supremely stupid bullshit.

And just what would an unarmed Little Baby Man accomplish by standing in front of a heavily armed shooter? He'd be ripped to pieces by the bullets. For sure. Do you know what an AR-15 can do to the Human Body? 

"The bullet from an AR-15 does an entirely different kind of violence to the human body. It’s relatively small, but it leaves the muzzle at three times the speed of a handgun bullet. It has so much energy that it can disintegrate three inches of leg bone. “It would just turn it to dust,” says Donald Jenkins, a trauma surgeon at University of Texas Health Science Center at San Antonio. If it hits the liver, “the liver looks like a jello mold that’s been dropped on the floor.” And the exit wound can be a nasty, jagged hole the size of an orange.

These high-velocity bullets can damage flesh inches away from their path, either because they fragment or because they cause something called cavitation. When you trail your fingers through water, the water ripples and curls. When a high-velocity bullet pierces the body, human tissues ripples as well—but much more violently. The bullet from an AR-15 might miss the femoral artery in the leg, but cavitation may burst the artery anyway, causing death by blood loss. A swath of stretched and torn tissue around the wound may die. That’s why, says Rhee, a handgun wound might require only one surgery but an AR-15 bullet wound might require three to ten."

So unless Little Baby Man has an invisible, invincible "Shield Of Stupidity" he'd have been cut to ribbons, and bled out on the linoleum. Just another victim. Oh Little Baby Man, you are such a stupid, I mean, really, really stupid example of a human being. A complete, total, profoundly stupid disgrace to the species.  Yes, indeed!

Monday, February 26, 2018

Hey, We All Have Mental Issues!

Is it just me? When I read the Florida Governor say that "I want to make it virtually impossible for anyone with mental issues to use a gun," I think, well, that pretty much eliminates any human being I know, or expect to meet... right?!

One of my favorite sayings: "Rationality is just a mask we wear." Yes, and some of us very rarely wear that mask, unless we are trying make a point. Entertainment purposes only!

Aren't we all basically "mental?" None of us should be able to own a weapon that could kill lots of people. That's CRAZY!

Let's all take a little test. If you answer "yes" to any of these, YOU ARE MENTAL!

1. Ever feel lonely?
2. Ever feel depressed?
3. Any thoughts of suicide?
4. How about murder fantasies?
5. Ever feel insecure?
6. Powerless?
7. Do you stock-pile lots of weapons and ammo?
8. Do you think everyone is watching you?
9. Do you think "it's all about you?"
10. Do you talk to dead people? People who aren't there? Inanimate objects?
11. Do they answer?
12. Do you believe in life after death? Little people? Aliens from another Galaxy?
13. Do you think you are on a mission from God?
14. Do you believe in Angels?
15. Have you watched them dance on the head of a pin?
16. Do you think if you wish it, it will be so?
17. Do you think God is watching you?
18. Do you think bad people are going to hell?
19. Do you think all your dead relatives and pets are up in heaven waiting for you?
20. Do you think you are fine, it's everyone else who's crazy?

Still have doubts that Human Beings have "mental issues?" Did you ever read History? Or watch TV? Read a newspaper? Talk to basically anyone for any length of time? Case closed!

Sunday, February 25, 2018

My Latest Sound Obsession!

Modest Mouse. I "discovered" them via Johnny Marr's memoir, "Set the Boy Free." Marr's description of working with Modest Mouse was so inspiring. I had to buy the record: "We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank"(2007). Yeah. Maybe a little late to the party. But now this record is the life of my party!

Portland band meets with a Manchester, England-based guitar specialist and creative sparks fly. The essence of the record is a wildly cool and unexpected collaboration. This record surprises in so many ways. Songs take wild turns, there are odd detours. There is a great mix of beautiful, harmony-laced passages with wild flights and "shout-ey" & noise-filled sections. I must say I love it. I have been playing it obsessively. I had no idea.

Issac Brock lays on a mad, stream of consciousness, defrocked, holy man schtick, and it totally works. The music, the lyrics, the vibe. It's a total knockout. 

Saturday, February 24, 2018

"What's the Frequency, Kenneth?!" - REM

We used to work under the premise (maybe it was a delusion), that in a free society, with open debate, we'd all listen to each other, and figure things out. You know, we'd float ideas and the best ideas would stand out, and we'd make decisions based on the best ideas. The best ideas would be obvious and they would win the day.

That premise seems so old world, so quaint, so null and void. Today, we are not engaging in a healthy debate of ideas. No, we are swamped with disinformation, with bad ideas, with Bullshit. Maybe it has always been the case? I don't know. Bullshit engulfs us. A river. An ocean. A universe. Bullshit.

We need a strong Bullshit Detector. But even a battle-tested Bullshit Detector is challenged. It's funny, there are folks who have no shame in spreading lies, hoaxes, disinformation. It has become a game, a business, a politics.

It is sophisticated too. You have to work hard to wade through the Bullshit without losing your head, your bearings, your grounding, your commonsense. 

How best to navigate? Stop. Think. Breathe. Don't just react. Don't get lost in the moment. Keep a level head. There is commonsense somewhere inside us. Yes. There are good ideas. There is a healthy debate going on. We all need to tune into a smarter frequency.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Gun Control. The Debate is Not Over.

I am not a Constitutional Scholar. Not a Legal Eagle. I was an English Major, who then morphed into a Psychology Major. You could say I'm a bit unfocused.  

As an English Major my take on the 2nd Amendment of the Constitution of the United States: Ambiguous. Imprecise. Poorly written. It was written and adopted on December 15, 1791.

Second Amendment:  "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."

That's it. The source of lots of confusion. A lot of huffing & puffing. Bullets and blood.

Some folks declare they are "2nd Amendment Absolutists" and then declare the discussion is over. It's not.

I read the amendment and I don't see anything that prevents us from imposing rules and regulations on gun ownership. There is nothing written that tells us we can't adopt background checks, gun safety training, bans on certain types of weapons for civilians, limits on ammo, gun licensing, preventing some folks from acquiring guns (those deemed "mentally ill," those convicted of domestic violence) etc.

The NRA, The GOP have been playing a dangerous game with the rest of us. We don't need to play. We can do a much better job on gun control. We must.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Suffering + Compassion + Grace = Moral Authority!

I was wondering about something... what is moral authority?

"Moral authority is authority premised on principles, or fundamental truths, which are independent of written, or positive, laws. As such, moral authority necessitates the existence of and adherence to truth. Because truth does not change, the principles of moral authority are immutable or unchangeable, although as applied to individual circumstances the dictates of moral authority for action may vary due to the exigencies of human life."

And then this...

Since the Age of Enlightenment, traditional sources of moral authority such as church or state have been viewed with increasing suspicion in Western culture.

I think this is correct. Moral authority does not come from "traditional sources," moral authority comes from suffering.

I have come up with a formula:

Suffering + Compassion + Grace = Moral Authority.

Those who suffer. Those who endure Suffering with Compassion and Grace increase their Moral Authority exponentially. 

Think of Nelson Mandela. Or Martin Luther King. The Dalai Lama. These great figures of Moral Authority suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. They endured. They spoke up. They called on others with grace and compassion.

Today we see that the Kids of Stoneman Douglas High School have emerged as significant voices of Moral Authority. They have survived the horror of a mass shooting and they are speaking up with intelligence, grace, compassion and fire. Moral Authority.

We should all listen...

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

The Intersection Between Reality and Imagination!

Yes, I suppose it's not surprising that a movie about Nick Cave and his 20,000 Days on Earth would be a cool, amazing, strange, inspiring trip. It's a "musical psycho-drama!" I was surprised that the movie was so intimate, gets so up close and personal, delves deep into Nick and his life, his working method, the thoughts inside his head. The movie explores the intersection between "reality and imagination" of one of our great artists.
20,000 Days on Earth - official trailer from Iain & Jane on Vimeo.

Nick Cave and Warren Ellis are two mad alchemists who specialize in thunder and lightening. There is a bit of mad wizardry in their method and in their results. Always compelling, intriguing, "transformational." Watch these two men perform live and you can't help thinking: "These guys are Warlocks!" Maybe a bit of black and white magic.

I always thought that if Edgar Allan Poe ever decided to reincarnate, he would come back as an Australian rock and roller very similar to Nick Cave. He'd end up fronting bands like The Bad Seeds and Grinderman. And why not?!

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Maybe the Kids Can Talk Us Into Action?

Yes, Stoneman Douglas High School Students in Parkland, FLA,  survivors of the mass shooting speak up. These Kids are amazing... my new heroes... I am hoping when folks stop and listen, a change of consciousness is possible. We must speak, march, vote, for the kids.

Emma Goldman"If you don't do anything to prevent this from continuing to occur, that number of gunshot victims will go up and the number that they are worth will go down. And we will be worthless to you."

David Hogg: "The only source of any grieving that I can do at this point is just keep fighting. I have to. There’s no way I can stop because I don’t want anybody else to die from this. If I don’t take action — because our stupid politicians won’t — more are going to die.

If you want some of those names that I’m talking about: Marco Rubio, Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell, President Trump, Vice President Mike Pence, and so many others that refuse to take action. The fact that Donald Trump called out the Democratic Party for not taking action when they were in full control is disgusting and hypocritical.

The Republicans are in control of the House, Senate, and executive branch — what legislation has been passed about mental health, if that’s what they’re pushing? None.

They’ve made false promises, which has gotten more blood spattered on our high schools, elementary schools, and middle schools."

Monday, February 19, 2018

Changable like the Weather!

I am as changeable as the weather. Aren't you? 

Yesterday, bright sunshine, shimmering light bathing everything. Blue sky. Snow melting. Optimism in every step.

Today. Gloomy. Gray. No sun. Muted light. Doubt in the air.

We are the weather. Locked in a fatal embrace. As above, so below. Outside and inside, reflecting. Watching "The Leader of the Free World" (see previous post), melting down in real time. One twisted tweet at a time. Scary.

I am confident this will all come to an end soon. But have no idea how it all shakes out. Could be lots of thunder and lightening. Hurly-Burly. Toil and trouble. Little Baby Man may not go down easy. Expect tantrums, crazy rants, lots of huffing and puffing. He is the kind of Human who has no problem bringing it all down with him. Setting himself on fire, and trying to torch everyone else too. How much damage can he do? 

The mind reels.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

The Coming Months of Astonishment!

I am not trying to persuade anyone. Go to reliable, sensible news sources. Avoid the spinmeisters, avoid the blathering, blubbering heads on the crazy right. Tune out the noise. Look to real reporting. Follow the facts. Seek out the threads of the story that are unfolding before our astonished eyes.

A simple thru-line: Our current President is a Russian Stooge. Putin helped him "win," in 2016. Putin is blackmailing him. The plot and the details are slowly, methodically coming out. Little Baby Man is unraveling, he and his team of lackeys are standing on a castle of sand. The Mueller Investigation is like the great, white, shark of justice - it is relentless, it is building momentum, and lots of people are in big, legal trouble.

It will all be revealed. The truth will come out, it's happening now. It's a crazy, improbable story, one of the greatest espionage sagas ever. The next few months will be months of astonishment. Mark my words. Seek out the facts for yourself. It is  essential that we all do our best to see with a renewed clarity.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Ode to the Coffee Gods!

I find myself in a foreign place, on a foreign couch. Yes, it's comfy. So gloomy this morning. First thought when I awake, "Why get up?" I fire up the coffee-maker, yes, I brought my machine with me, that's the kind of adventurer I am. I try to go nowhere without my faithful coffee-maker.

There was a moment of doubt while the machine did it's work. "What if it doesn't do the trick?" You know, what if the coffee doesn't work? What if the gloom doesn't lift? What if I can no longer conjure up a good reason to face the day with false courage and a well-fortified smile?

Never fear. Never doubt. A couple cups of coffee and the courage, the fire, the can-do attitude descends upon me. Yes, this is another ode to the Coffee Gods. Yes, this is a little prayer of thanks to the potent bean from a confirmed coffee addict.

There is a rush of energy and good feeling. I can face the day. I can face the music. Bring it on. I'm ready...

Friday, February 16, 2018

NRA Money + Guns + GOP Inaction = Blood in the Streets

I don't want to think or write about mass shootings at schools. It's a horrifying subject. A failure of our society and our politics. Why? Why do these things happen? Many reasons. All interconnected. So much trouble in the world.

But for sure there is a one simple equation at the heart of all this horror. NRA Money + Guns + GOP Inaction = BLOOD IN THE STREETS. Simple. Maybe sounds simplistic? I don't think so.

The Blood Caucus (see previous post), are the first to offer up their "sympathy and prayers," and are the first to tell us, "Tsk, tsk, oh my, Nothing to be done." Of course that is a bald-faced lie, there are many things that can be done. What is missing is political will. Where did it go? The NRA bought and paid for it. They own this issue. They own the GOP. It is blood money. It is despicable. Irrational. Horrifying. Also, of course, the GOP is terrified of the Fanatical Gun Crazies. They vote. Every time.

The rest of us, the Sensible Majority, need to speak up, need to act, need to vote these assholes out. They are a threat to our society. A threat to "Homeland Security," and a threat to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We need a new consciousness on this issue. The Blood Caucus must go!

Thursday, February 15, 2018

The Blood Money Caucus!

Blood Money: The National Rifle Association spent $419 million in 2016, increasing its 2015 total by over $100 million and dwarfing spending in previous presidential election years by far more, according to an audit published Thursday.

We are Gun Crazy. This Country. Completely Gun Crazy. We talk about these mass shootings like they are "natural catastrophes," they are not. There is money on the table. Money from the NRA, and the Senators and Representatives that Money Buys, prevents any sensible control measures.

The Majority of the Country favors sensible gun control measures, easy and sensible things such as: Background Checks, Prevent sales to People with Violent Misdemeanors & Domestic Assaults, Requiring a License to Own a Firearm, Banning Assault Weapons, etc.

This is a failure of our Democracy. Dirty, Blood Money prevents us from being sensible & responsible. This is not acceptable! It is an abomination. A betrayal. A scourge. 

The GOP and Little Baby Man benefit from the flow of guns & the flow of money. The flow of blood too! Here are the worst Congressional offenders. You wonder how these people sleep at night. They have blood on their hands.  Let's call them the Blood Money Caucus...

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