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Saturday, October 22, 2016

Sink & Swim!

Hearing things. Sometimes you find yourself hearing things. Source or no source. Thought I heard this on the radio this morning, not sure: "Not one of us makes up the world from scratch."

Aye. There's the rub. If we did have to make it up from scratch we'd be busy just trying to get back to base. But since we don't make it from scratch, we are burdened with a grand inheritance. We get the good, the bad, the ugly.

And sink or swim. Or maybe more like sink and swim...

Friday, October 21, 2016

"Sin & Redemption!"

"Sin and Redemption." Those words floated to the surface last night. I saw and heard the words. They woke me up from a very deep sleep. Woke me up in the dead of night. Unbidden. 

I am not much of a religious person. But have spent lots of my life studying religion, thinking about it, reacting against it. I am pretty familiar with the Catholic tradition, the Zen tradition. I meditate, sometimes float up a prayer or two. You know, sort of ironically.

I believe in believing. In something. I think it helps. And we can use all the help we can get. Right? So yeah, "sin and redemption." I know what the words mean. They are not empty. They hold meaning. 

What do I do with them? Thinking about that this morning. I don't know. Not sure. I have sinned. Whether I believe in sin or not. I know what a sin is. Can I be redeemed? "Atone, make amends, save?"

An open question. The words came to me as a statement. Not a question. But I am left with a question. That's just the way it goes.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

I'm with the Nasty Woman!

Yes, Politics again... what happened last night? Debate #3. Who won? The "Nasty Woman!" Of course, I'm totally with the nasty woman, I think she is just fine, she's nasty in all the right places, in the right proportion, she should be given a medal just for standing on stage with that Authoritarian Creep. And of course, she most likely will make a fabulous President.

Who called her "the nasty woman?" You know, that "ignorant, mendacious, mean, misogynistic, and unable to control his temper" guy. (Hat-Tip: Kevin Drum). What a piece of jet-trash!

"The Unable to Control His Temper Guy" is toast. He is the Walking Dead. A Zombie. No one has told him that he is living in a delusional bubble in his brain. Sam Wang reminds us "It's All Over Now Baby Blue!" 

Who is gonna explain to "Ignorant, mendacious, mean, misogynistic, and unable to control his temper Guy" that this thing is done?!

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Demographics Baby!

Of course, when that Raging Buffoon tells us the election will be rigged, what he really means is that Women, and African Americans, and Hispanics, and other Minorities, legal citizens of America, have the right to vote, and they will vote, in great numbers. Someone please tell that clueless Raging Buffoon that angry, whiny, white folks aren't the only ones who can vote! And yes, well, the Raging Buffoon is going to lose, big time, no rigging necessary! Swamped by the Demographics, baby!

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

The Dead Will Save Our Asses!

I know the guy is just being a Smart-Ass Jerk. He has made it his own personal art-form. But when he tells us that "1.8 Million Deceased individuals will vote for somebody else,"  my first thought is: "Well, isn't that just wonderful?"

The Dead will come back to make sure that the Total Idiot will not be President. How nice and thoughtful of them. Supernatural! The Dead have "been there, done that," you figure they totally know their shit. And if they choose to vote for the Woman, well, God Bless Them!

Monday, October 17, 2016

This Tendency is Deadly!

Dr. Sam Wang discusses "motivated reasoning."  As he says, which explains a lot of the madness of the moment...

"Our brains are really good at letting in information that agrees with our prior views and we look for reasons to reject information that is disagreeable. In a complex media environment, this tendency is deadly."

So yes, "Richie-Rich" burns himself and his brand (see previous post) at the stake, and the racially resentful hordes cheer him on, and they actually somehow convince themselves that his burned- to-the-crisp-corpse would make an excellent Strong-man President!


Sunday, October 16, 2016

HST - Madness, Fear & Loathing 2016!

I try to imagine what Hunter S. Thompson would be writing today about this Election. If Richard Nixon was the Sick Dark Prince of America, what could Trump possibly be? Think the Jerry Springer Show, Scripted by the Farrelly Brothers, Directed by some Mad Crack-Poisoned Cretin. A tale of Madness, Fear and Loathing. The immolation of a man and a brand! Richie-Rich burns himself at the stake!

Saturday, October 15, 2016

"There's always that guy that things happen to."

I play guitar and sing in a band called whitewolfsonicprincess. Think: Neo-Psychedelic Folk-Rock. Luckily, I am one of the founders of the band. If I were a hired hand, I think I would have been canned long ago.

As one of the other band members has said, "There's always that guy that things happen to." Unfortunately, I am that guy. I have decided to do a little exorcism. I will list all my little mishaps on stage with this fledgling little band. And by listing the mishaps, hopefully, I clear the energy, and give myself a clean start. That's the idea. 

So here we go:

I have broken strings (often), I have forgotten songs (in the middle of the song), I have played in the wrong key, I have played out of tune, I have misplaced capos (2 of them, one of them was in my pocket, how did it vanish?), I have played the wrong song and the wrong time, I have kicked cables (over and over again, you'd I'd figure a way not to do it!) I have lost my place on the fretboard, I have played songs too fast, too slow, in a completely new way, totally surprising the rest of the band. I continue to find new ways to screw up. 

Hopefully, I will finally exhaust all the ways you can go wrong, and then in that way find the right path... hopefully...

Friday, October 14, 2016

A Strange, Spiky, Brittle, Funny, Amazing Human Being!

Yesterday, I was high as a kite. Walking on a cloud. Overly-happy. I realize it was all because I started the day hearing that Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2016 (see previous post). Funny. I really have nothing to do with it. It has nothing to do with me.

Except, if I think of my life, and of the people who have been an influence, or a model, or an inspiration, Bob Dylan would be right at the top of the list. Right behind my parents. For sure. He was the first singer/songwriter I fell for, even before the Beatles. He came into my life (via my Mom), in a super-critical, impressionable time. Formative! So everything, all other music, and all the other cultural, social and political hurly-burly was reflected thru Dylan.

Dylan's sound. His poetry. His voice. His mad word-stream. His surrealistic thought-trains. His humor. The essence of Folk, the essence of ramshackle, edgy, spiky, intelligent r&r. That high "mercury sound."

Yes, Dylan. Inevitable. Essential. Everything wrapped up in that strange, spiky, brittle, funny, amazing human being.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Noble Bob Wins the Nobel!

Sometimes you wake up to great news... Bob Dylan wins the Nobel Prize for Literature 2016!

Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted frightened trees
Out to the windy bench
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Like Attracts Like!

Like attracts like. Is that a thing? If you are a shameless hustler, you attract shameless hustlers. If you are a film-flammer, film-flammers flock to you like flies.

Trump's campaign is a collection of hustlers, film-flammers, the dregs of the dregs of the political cesspool. It must be a real trip to be a reporter and to follow these folks on the campaign trail.

Ryan Lizza has an insider look at the Trump campaign brain trust. Trust me, the brains on display are a house of horrors. And the ship is sinking! The rats are turning on each other.

Who will ever want to employ these folks ever again? I suppose there is a certain fame that comes with running one of the worst Presidential campaigns ever. But not the good kind of fame.

There are some classic quotes in the article. Creepy Trump insiders dissing other Creepy Trump insiders. Hilarious!

There's this: 

“I view her as an enabler,” one Trump campaign official told me. “Right now, post-debate, I guarantee you there’s a fucking Kool-Aid cooler the size of a fucking wheat silo that they’re all drinking from. I guarantee you, because none of them can accept the blame for what they failed to do.”

And this: 

"The end for Lewandowski came when Manafort and Kushner allied against him. “When Manafort was brought on, Corey and Manafort basically went head to head,” the Trump campaign official said. “Jared, the son-in-law, who is a snaky little motherfucker, a horrible human being, hated Corey, so Jared sided with Paul to get rid of Corey.”

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

No Accolades for the Full-On Moron!

Okay. Let's give the guy his due. He really does know how to play "Full-On Moron." To the hilt. He's elevated it to a high art-form. And lots of folks are flocking to him because of it. It is his super-power, his greatest attribute. But, fortunately (for us), although, playing Full-On Moron may get you lots of attention, it does not get you "the accolades!"

Monday, October 10, 2016

Post Debate!

It wasn't a debate. Words. I have words...

Bewildering. Astounding. Amazing. Funny. Ridiculous. Seriously off-the rails. A clown show. A horror-show. Mud wrestling. Pig wrestling. Mud wrestling with a pig. Not very edifying. Totally degrading. Humiliating. Sad. Pretty boring. A time-waster.

I am with the woman. The man is super-scary. Clueless. Dangerous. Deluded. Yikes!

Sunday, October 09, 2016

It is Implosion Time!

"A dangerous virus that had somehow infected American politics." Yes, well, the virus has wreaked it's havoc, has infected our public square, has brought forward all the horrors alive in the land: White Supremacy, White Nationalism, Racism, Sexism, Xenophobia, Anti-Semitism.

A TV Celebrity, Rich White Boy, Vulgar Sexual Predator, Flim-Flam Man, Huckster, Blowhard, Gaseous Joke. It is Implosion Time! A pretty incredible event to witness. It couldn't happen to a more deserving man, and political party. The GOP is reaping what they have sowed. They own this sucker!

A Complete Horror-Show! I expect that The Basket of Deplorables will go down with the Trump Blimp. The rest of us can go on to live our lives and try to make the world a better, kinder, more progressive place. 

Saturday, October 08, 2016

PussyGate - Frat-Boy Cretin!

Kevin Drum. Does he come up with his own headlines? Who knows. But this morning I just love these dueling headlines. Makes me happy!

Headline #1: PussyGate Might Be the Final Straw For Donald Trump!


Headline #2: New Email Dump Reveals that Hillary Clinton is Honest & Boring!

Who is surprised that the Trump-thing is a total vulgar pig? I am beginning to think that my thought-train that he won't make it to November may be right on track. I'm waiting for all those hypocritically outraged Republicans to start calling for him to step down. Will they or won't they?

Didn't Trump know that the audiotape existed? Didn't he know that it would come out? Is he really surprised to hear himself speaking like a blatantly predatory frat-boy cretin? What a loser!

Friday, October 07, 2016

The Good Old Days...

You do wonder if your country has been infiltrated by the Body Snatchers. Lots of your fellow citizens talking funny. Kind of like half their brains have been eaten away. They believe everything the see on TV. And they only watch one channel: Fox News.

They parrot every thing they hear blaring out of their TVs. They talk nonsense, constantly, but try hard to sound reasonable and intelligent. Reason and intelligence has nothing to do with the words spilling from their mouths.

Their logic is absurd, convoluted. They embrace the big loud white guy. And can't wait to march behind him. They want to build walls, deport people, and make America great again. They can't really pinpoint when America was great before, but it seems to have something to do with the Founding Fathers, you know, maybe it was the time where white people owned black folks, and woman were considered property too? Oh yeah, that's when only white men had the right to vote.

The good old days...

Thursday, October 06, 2016

The Man Who Was Doomed to Failure!

Yes, it almost, but really, surely, not quite makes you feel sorry for the guy. Born to lose, doomed to failure. His bombast, and over-stuffed bravado is just so much hot-air. His father was a successful, self-made man, but not so much for the Donald. The Donald's big comeback in Atlantic City was just the apotheosis of the huckster! And for a guy who is so much about being a "winner" he is so loudly and publicly hurtling towards a massive, humiliating defeat. Defeated by a woman. Doubly humiliating. You wonder if the Donald is secretly punishing himself? He must hate himself. The way he speaks of others, the total disrespect he has for his fellow human beings. Politico tells us that for years the Donald was played for a total chump by Howard Stern. The Donald played the creepy, leering, loser for laughs, and he wasn't even in on the joke. Pathetic. Inside the Donald must be a seething cauldron of fear & self-loathing. He embodies all that hatred, misogyny, sexism, racism, xenophobia. He takes it all into himself. The man doomed to failure takes all his foibles and failures down with him and in that way helps cleanse the nation.

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

Silence, Contemplation, Loneliness!

Yes. Our "distraction sickness." I do think Andrew Sullivan writes about something pretty damn important about our 24/7 multi-tasking, always connected, always distracted culture.

You remember Andrew? One of the original "uber-bloggers" who built a pretty impressive empire on the web, and then walked away from it all, in order to reclaim his health, his life. Andrew is certainly an odd duck, hard to put him in a neat box: British-born, American Citizen, Catholic, Conservative, Gay, HIV-Positive. Excitable. Intelligent. Excellent writer. Very eloquent about many issues. Really took a strong, perfectly reasoned, and impassioned stand against the Bush/Cheney torture regime.

Anyway, yes, we are distracting ourselves to death. Armed with our smart phones. Here but not here. Always scanning, flipping, surfing.

I still own a "flip-phone." So happy I grew up in an era where there weren't computers and smart phones. I got to experience the world without those filters. Where do we put out attention? Our attention is in short supply. Maybe instead of multi-tasking we should "un-task!" 

There is something to be said for silence, contemplation, loneliness, meditation, the ability to concentrate, to focus on one thing. One thing at a time. To be here now. I can easily walk away from my computer, and live my life, in the stream of life. 

There is a certain clarity in the silence. The aloneness. There is something pretty great in sitting in meditation, and letting the world wash over us. Undistracted!

Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Superior Knowledge & Diligence!

I'm not just voting against the bloated, despicable, multi-bankrupted excuse for a human being. I am voting for Hillary Clinton. She really does know the issues, she really does understand the system. She is working under the premise that "superior knowledge and diligence can be a tool of power."

Her guiding philosophy moving forward...

 "We want people to be idealistic. We want them to set big goals. But to take what we can achieve now and try to present them as bigger goals.”

Monday, October 03, 2016

Funny Math!

There is a strange new math in the land...

Be a loser of epic, colossal proportions. I mean, lose so much money, in such a short time, lose so much money from your own mis-management, incompetence, and ridiculous, overblown hubris, and then ipso facto, switcho-chango - you become a winner!

Boggles the mind. Right? And like a bloated, bankrupt, combed-over Phoenix, (too enormously gargantuan to fail), you rise from the ashes and you and your rabid, frothing at the mouth henchmen, declare that inexplicably, miraculously, you are brilliant, smart, nothing less than a goddamn genius!

Too funny. Let's call it Really, Really Funny Math!

Sunday, October 02, 2016

Pure, Beautiful, Evocative Sound!

I have probably listened to Sigur Ros more than any other band I can think of since I discovered them around 2003. It was the "grey one" that I discovered. Put me in the camp with those who consider it one of the "great albums of all time."  A knockout. Unlike anything else.

We also own the "white one" and the "yellowish one."

What is the sound of Sigur Ros? Elemental. Transcendental. Symphonic. Enveloping. Spiritual. Powerful. Gorgeous. Intense. Harmonic. Seismic.

No choruses. No groove. No swing. No words. Or the words are all a "made up language," (Hopelandic), based on sound. Pure, beautiful, evocative sound.

Stately. Crystalline. Think of a thousand oceans crashing against a thousand shores. Think of a volcano singing. Think of the tectonic plates harmonizing.

We saw them perform at the beautiful, stately Chicago Theater on Friday. To say it was one of the best concerts I ever saw is probably an understatement. And doesn't really say anything. Life-changing, life-affirming, exhilarating, cathartic, inspiring.

Sound. Light. Image. Perfectly realized.

Saturday, October 01, 2016

The Beast and the Beauty!

Sometimes I do think the Universe works by "poetic" principals - "having a beautiful or graceful quality."

And once in awhile, not often enough, events conspire to achieve some kind of supremely sweet poetic justice. Almost makes you think that God is not only possible but absolutely essential and knitted into the fabric of our lives.


And there is something so funny and gratifying when a loud, petulant, childish, churlish bully has a complete unhinged meltdown triggered by a "Latina Beauty Queen." What an incredible display! And yes, the bully was artfully baited into an elaborate trap, and he took it all "hook line & sinker," and he is a total laughingstock now.

What a perfect way to destroy the big man. With unbridled laughter. What a fool. You can conjure a picture - a large, disheveled man, dressed in a ratty bathrobe, sitting propped up in bed at 3 a.m. typing into his smart phone. Twittering in a rabid, sputtering rage. 

This is the man some have rallied around. A pitiful, despicable monster. A narcissistic Id unmoored by his own aggrieved madness. The man has the ability to suck the oxygen out of a room, and to fill it with his own bloated, puffed up mummery.  Entertaining in a train wreck sort of way.

I do think this is the beginning of the end of this fool's errand. And not a moment too soon. All thanks to the Latina Beauty Queen. Poetic!

Friday, September 30, 2016

Perfect, On Point, Positive JuJu!

Satire. The power of well-directed, on-point humor. Puncturing the false, the over-blown, the mean. Knocking down the brazenly powerful, those who would belittle and bully those who happen to be weaker, less wealthy, less fortunate than themselves. 

There is something to be said for taking down the worst amongst us with intelligence, grace and a deft touch. There are some of among us who really should be hooted off the national stage. The power & joy of the belly laugh. Sometimes it just feels so good. And it's all we really need. Good medicine. Positive JuJu!

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Sounds Familiar... "Impulsive, out-of-control sociopaths."

The Power Paradox... this seems "of the moment," for sure...

The power paradox is this: we rise in power and make a difference in the world due to what is best about human nature, but we fall from power due to what is worst. We gain a capacity to make a difference in the world by enhancing the lives of others, but the very experience of having power and privilege leads us to behave, in our worst moments, like impulsive, out-of-control sociopaths.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

What to See, What to Believe

We see what we want to see. And believe what we want to believe. We are biased. If there are facts out there in the world, sometimes they are elusive. Sometimes not. Sometimes you trip over a fact. Or run into one. And then you must adjust. But many of us have no problem riding along with our biases. We all can live a life in a bubble of our own making.

Many of us realize if you repeat a lie often, and with conviction and volume, there are many folks who will go right along with you, who will want to believe, even if it's a poorly made thing. 

Something simple like a fact, isn't really all that simple. Right? What if we can't agree on the truth, on what really exists? There are perceptions, biases, opinions, hopes, dreams, delusions, bad faith, bad blood. Mix it all together and well, who knows what kind of cocktail you come up with.

A society, a country, a culture that has a slippery grasp on what is... yeah, more of a fun house, a hall of mirrors. No wonder we are all so confused, unhappy, in conflict. We can't agree on what to agree on.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Not Normal!

Can it be? Can it fly? Can a man, a big, blustery man, get up on the national stage, and blatantly, brazenly lie over and over? And get away with it?

I am impressed by the over-the-top audacity of guy lying thru his teeth in front of millions of people. He knows, that we know, that he knows that he is lying. And he does it with no shame or embarrassment. That is pretty amazing, sort of impressive, and probably some kind of pathology.

Not normal! That quality, that ability has probably worked pretty well for him in the real estate biz. Bully the contractors, bully the debtors, bully the naysayers, bully everyone long and hard enough and you win.

This is a controlled experiment. Will we let the bullshit float? Will we elevate the bullshit artist? There seem to be some folks who have no problem with this guy. Either they actually believe all the lies this man tells, (and then they are fools), or they just don't care (then they are knaves), and/or they give the guy points for being so over the top brazen (then they are fools and knaves).

Funny. The rest of us? We should hoot this man off the stage into some kind of rehab or long-term seclusion.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Blame it on the Mirror Neurons!

Blame it on the "mirror neurons."  Some of us are very susceptible to the feelings, thoughts, and vibes of others. We are big, walking, talking, thinking mirrors. So the world we see, the environment we live in, the people and things we interact with, help define what we think, see, feel.

And we are either adapting to, encompassing, embracing, or recoiling from, pulling back, welcoming in, or beating a hasty retreat.

Maybe that's not so surprising. Some of us are more sensitive, more susceptible than others. Don't really know if this is some kind of advantage, a positive trait to have, or a distinct disadvantage, a handicap.

I do know it means down-time, quiet-time, time away from others, from the constant stream of chatter is essential. Some of us really need to be careful who we hang around with, where we live, where we go, the places we choose to frequent.

We must choose wisely. We are mirrors. Reflecting. 

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Beatles - the Song Remains the Same!

We walked into the Music Box Theater in Chicago yesterday. Sat down in the room where Ron Howard's "new" Beatles movie was showing. What were we thinking? A little r&r band that broke up in 1970. We knew the story. Many of us know the story. It's our Pop Culture Origin Story. Elvis was the Old Testament, the Beatles the New Testament. Better than the "Greatest Story Ever Told," because really that was just an old recycled myth told again and again - a god born to a virgin, lives, performs miracles, dies, and then resurrects. Happened all the time in the old days - many times, many cultures, over and over again. 

This Beatles thing is the really amazing story. 4 young men from Liverpool England conquer the world playing little pop songs. Look at the hair, the suits, the boots! 4 young men merge into one charismatic ball of energy. Watch all the little girls screaming themselves into ecstatic exhaustion, look at all the little boys deciding it might be a good idea to buy an electric guitar and start a band.

So anyway, we sat and watched the film - everything looking all shiny, and new, and sounding pretty amazing, most probably sonically augmented and enhanced. The Beatles live as you really, really want to hear them. And it is pretty damn good. Still exuberant, still joyous, still fun. A tight little rock & roll band. 2 guitars, a bass & drum. Stunning voices, great harmonies, stellar melodies. The full 30 min Shea Stadium set included at the end of the film.

All those years ago. The Song Remains the Same. What's new this time for me? The joy is mixed with sadness, that time and place is a land far away, never to be seen & heard again. Lennon is gone, Harrison is gone. That little band broke up long ago. You realize many folks you see on screen are long gone. That's the way it goes.

And that old Beatlemania looks pretty crazy. Silly. Quaint. The reaction to those 4 young men seems totally mad. Unexplainable. A sort of mass hysteria. But still there is a kick. An energy bump. That energy bubble surrounding those 4 young men. Pretty extraordinary. And then, when they stopped touring? Their recorded output got even better, the songwriting deeper, more experimental, so creative, so exploratory. Major musical/social/cultural impact. For sure.  Extraordinary. Beatles!

Saturday, September 24, 2016

One Big Family!

You would think maybe this would be big news... do we still listen to Scientists?

Scientists tell us that DNA shows that we are all brothers and sisters. We all evolved from the same tribe. We are all, essentially, Africans. The blackest of the black, the whitest of the white. Different branches of the same tree.

We have some minor cosmetic, cultural, religious differences, but as humans we are all from the same tribe. Our ancestors split from Africa about 50,000 to 80,000 years ago, probably looking for the next happy meal. Maybe all of us humans should start thinking like one big family? Not so different. Essentially the same.

I propose less blood, more hugs, less hate, more love. When you look in the eyes of another, think, remind yourself, you are looking in a mirror!

Friday, September 23, 2016

The Religion of Big Pharma!

A soul sickness. For many people, "God is dead." Most assuredly. Maybe a broader, deeper sense of spirituality is lost too? How to fill the void? Many of my fellow human beings have turned to pharmaceuticals. Mood-enhancers. Pain-killers.

So god, or a belief in a god-like goodness, or purpose, is replaced with a drug, a chemical cocktail. This is a different thing than taking a drug to find a way to god. There was that psychedelic movement that used the chemicals to find some kind of transcendence. This was primarily replaced with a movement towards drugs that led to a numbness, a search for a certain oblivion. "Let's party!"

No longer the search for god, a turn to an all-encompassing, medicated state.

Most folks taking pharmaceuticals today have given up a search for transcendence and replaced it with a deeply medicated existence, they are using the drugs to maintain; trying to make it day to day, trying to find a reason to live - battling depression, bi-polar disorder, etc. I mean, what else you got?!

This is not a lament. Just an observation. It is kind of amazing how pharmaceuticals have completely invaded our culture, and have instituted themselves as one of our major, mainstream religions. 

I've never turned to the pill, never have bowed down to Big Pharma. I do not believe in the meds. I mean, I don't doubt that putting chemicals in your body can change you. We all do it, in a way, with food & drink, and physical activity. We play with the chemistry of our bodies all the time. But this giving up to a day to day medicated state, as if living itself is a sort of illness that needs to be treated & overcome, seems like a hollow path.

I believe many of us are suffering a soul-sickness, a spiritual crisis. The meds are a sideshow.

I'm still on my own clunky, funky, personal spiritual quest. I say each to their own. We all must find our way, the way we find our way. God? Well, who knows? I do know I have experienced an all-encompassing connection to everything that lives. And everything lives. As far as I can see.

Is that enough? Probably. I'm still working it out. Clear-eyed, clear-headed, or at least as clear as I can be.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Smart to be Shallow!

Evan Osnos takes you where you really, really, really don't want to go. A super-scary thought-train. Trump's First Term!  Try it on for size. Your brain will want to seize up. You will want to take a shower afterwards, for sure, and maybe do some crack, or whatever it is you do to unwind and erase your memory banks.

It's sort of funny-scary. Some amazingly hilarious and frightening quotes from some really hilarious and frightening people...

Funny, but not so funny. Seriously deluded, brain-dead and actively, proudly malevolent folks. So many great quotes from the man himself. Here's a good one...

"The day I realized it can be smart to be shallow was, for me, a deep experience." - D. Trump in "Think Like a Billionaire" - 2004. 

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