I was Thinking, or Not

I can't move forward any further. The weight is to great for a frail frame such as I. This hollow and empty hole that fills me, consumes me, won't let me see through this fog of manifest destiny. I carefully pick my way through the verities of the passing days, observing how the people swirl in ever changing hues of blue and green before me. Passing by the dark hearts, and purple people in the sea of green, while a few blue and gold will extend a hand, only to have it greased up in some formal joke I was not told about. This is about enough, it is time to take out the garbage. Time is catching up with us all, it will catch us with our hands tied to the whipping boy. As the carousel girls swirl in their undulating dance of seduction, around the inferno that is the moment of your now. Can you resist their suggestions, their twisted bodies mirrored in the pools of despair. The boy laughs and hands you your head, in case you ever wanted to use it. Now, now, that's okay,

Yet to Notice Anyone I have yet to notice that anyone pays any attention to anything that might be of consequence. That all that occupies the minds of the average citizen is far from important, and that we as a society are too easily distracted by shiny objectives. That we are easily directed and have very little individual thought, outside of what we think will impress the others in our close social groupings. This odd behavior is perhaps born in, or bred in, but either way it presents a very disturbing effect, presenting itself as a path to local control through very deceptive practices that can at least in most cases seem like beneficial practices at least to the practitioners of such practices. I am left to assume that although not hopeless, the human species is helpless in their survival of anything that may be more cataclysmic than a simple hurricane or thunderstorm. I do not like this need to assume, but at this point it is what remains of a thought, of an old thought, that

The Trouble with Fear Although it can be said that on a very limited and basic level, fear is helpful for survival ( fear instinct ), it is also shown to be highly detrimental to our survival when demonstrated to be irrational.  How do you know the difference?  The subject of many different studies, the basic distinction is instinctual fear and learned fear.  What we are born with, the fear of predators is hard wired into our genetic code, for survival purposes.  Fear we learn as we are growing, these are fears designed to control the mind, and produce no usable results except to keep the individual from living a free and joyful existence.  There is something inside this society that says one must not have to much joy, that only through the puritan values of hard labor and suffering can one produce equitable results.  This long held belief has been used so effectively that at this point it may have become wired into our genetic code, almost as much as our fear of predators. We

Feeling no pain You just have to ask yourself, do they really think all of us will forget. Maybe, most or at least some of us will, the American populace is notorious for short attention spans. If provided with enough distraction, like the Gaza Strip tease, maybe we will forget the whole bailout mess, but not all of us. Some of us will bring this to task, if not now later, when they think they are in the clear. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Keep that in mind while most Americans are trying to pay for heating oil, and Washington is basking in the glow of tax dollars as the tax season approaches. It is pretty hard to justify the need to pay our taxes (which are automatic for most people) when the Fat Cats who purchased the government are raking in millions of tax payer dollars from their own private tax holiday. When will this have gone to far? That is a question yet to be answered. How long before the silent majority no longer remains silent that is the truly scary questi