I was Thinking, or Not

This is a dissertation on the nature of everything, in some form or another. Just a general end of the year kind of note to thinking about what have you. Religion, well everyone that knows me, knows by now my stand on religion. For the sake of my gentle reader I will give you the $0.10 cent tour of my religion saga. I believe that religion is a good business, and that had I gone into it, I think I would feel the same. I don’t want you to get confused on what is religion and what is faith, as I think faith is a good thing, but religion, at least the accepted practices of religion are all forms of mass population manipulation. They all have an element of profit, what ever the end result, the same can be said of the Red Cross, they may be listed as a not for profit, but they are really just a for profit organization whose end goal is to give the profits to those that need them instead of their stock holders. The same can be said of most religions and religious organizations, with

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I was reading through the Syracuse Craislist directory, just aimlessly seeking things, and maybe positions of interest, when I started thinking about writing again. I came across an offer from a Lake George Magazine (George Magazine), for a writer, but I don't live in that area, so it didn't seem like it was a good fit. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered, what if there was a Lake Ontario magazine that sort of was like George, but different. I did some Google searches and mostly what I found were magazines dealing with the lake itself, and mostly fishing and/or boating. While I am sure this is the primary interest in the lake, it may not be the primary interest in the area that surrounds Lake Ontario, or the Great Lakes, or Central North East New York. Knowing that there are lots of NY magazines, so that is well covered, and I don't live in the Big Apple any more, so that is moot, I thought, what about another magazine. So searching led me to a few other

Where exactly do you get off, thinking... you know, when you do not know, anything. You short little life has given you nothing, and that is all that you need to know, isn't it. Sleep away my precious one, do not worry your little head about the world turning, day into night, into seasons, and millenniums, what would you know of that. This is just a moment in time, nothing to worry about. Everything works out in the end, no matter where or what you have on your plate, it doesn't really matter now. You can see the immediate trouble that you think is important, but is it really. What would you do if you had to do it all with out someone to guide you through the darkness. Ah, but you are alone are you not, no one to call your own. You have no mate, for your soul. You poor thing, as if this were the end of the world, but maybe it is for you. I can't say one way or the other, I have spent many a lifetime alone, thankfully. Pacing the floor, there is nothing left t

You'll have to forgive the blood and sweat, as it just a condition of this position. There is no forgivenss here, just a flame and steel, and hammer and tongs. If you step around thatrack carefully, you, can get a little closer to the heat, that is if you're cold. I realize its a bit smokey but that too lessens with time on the coke. Given you pale complection you're new here, well don't be bashful, grab an axe or some tongs and welcome to hell. Just a little thing I'm working on.

It appears I have some down time here and there, and in my search to utilize this down time I am writing more blogs. Notice I said blogs, not post, because frankly, I think each subject deserves its own location, so that is what I am doing. So be on the look out for post to new blogs I will be writing in the future, they might even be interesting enough to warrant your taking a look at them. The first one will be called "Rules of the Road" if that is available. It just comes from my road warrior life, and maybe will provide some assistance to those who drive the roads. Maybe it will just be humorous to those that drive for a living. If that isn't available, I will give some other appropriate name and post it here, as well as on FB and some other sites, so just watch for the links. That's all for now, but there will be more, oh yes there will be more.

This is an open letter. It was to be something else, an observation, a goodbye to Lena, and other such things, but a recent post by my less than perfect niece has prompted me to write something all together different. This is not just to her, it also continues to be to others as well, to those that may by name know me, but not by what that I have been, seen and known, time after time, after time. So more direct, my dear child, you have no right to even begin to understand who I am, as you have no idea who I was. When you were but a thought, or not a thought as the case may have been, I was in the game, and not just a casual bystander, watching and dabbling in the games, but master of the ceremonies, directing the other players, with subtlety that I fear you do not, nor from this vantage point can not understand. But this then is but a small portion of what you should expect. From the pain and suffering, earned in time, as the toll is paid. Ah, but you want not what is truth, y

The blood is slowly wearing off the seats. The smell of her breath is dissipating, or I am just used to it. There is very little to remind me of what she was, a collar, a leash, a sweater, a dish, ashes to ashes, dusty and worn memories. There are still thoughts, could I saved her, for a little while longer maybe. To provide me with comfort, but what of her, she never noticed, the pain, when I came through the door, she was the same Ginger she'd always been. Nothing touches me quite so deep, nothing hurts quite so profound, as the empty place and the wonder, could I have been, ah but that is just reasoning, nothing matters now. She is gone, and no other will ever replace her. Ginger was one of a kind, for her breed, for her behavior, for her I was everything, and she was always there. I have yet to shed a tear, but they are near when I think of Gingerkins, the G-dog, Ginger, you will always be very special to me. I truly miss the little Ginger dog, didn't think I would, but I

Went to Mimi's Drive In Diner in Fulton, NY today. Have been there several times in the past, so I know what to expect, not much. Like 99% of these dives, they are all the same, and why are they all the same, because they all buy from the same supplier Sysco. This is what gives them all the sameness, no matter where you go. The same fried chicken, the same meatloaf, the same burgers. Now all I have to ask is how the hell hard is this diner food to do, really. The reason every one of them is the same is because they are lazy, they don't want to source their own suppliers. That would be like work or something. Besides they have half wits for cooks, who would not know a butcher from a buccaneer. There is something to be said for sameness though. Every one of these dives should have the same stuff on their menus, that part is true. But really how hard is it to make a meatloaf. Let me explain that, you have chopped meat, bread crumbs, and egg. That's about it, well

It has been a while since I really thought much about much of anything. That is to say it has been a while since I really took to task anything, and at this point I am just trying to get it right in my head. I am frustrated, no that's not really the word for it. It goes beyond that, but I just am at a loss for a word that fits the situation. Where do I begin, with the roads, well no, that will be better later. How about the state workers, not really, this is all part of the same issue. I want to show the way but there are just to many ignorant people out there shaking there collective heads in unison to the situation without any clue as to what is really happening here. Let me get a little more coffee in me, maybe some more cigarettes, and we'll see where this goes. Oh and I forgot to write a little thing about the show yesterday. My stepson Justin performed his first comedy show yesterday evening at the Mohegan Manor in Baldwinsville, NY. Now although I don't w

There are too many things I am thinking about, concluding and culminating in an inability to present a cohesive presentation.

Today while feeding the goats, I found that our Sanan doe has a cyst, which is most likely CL. This most likely means we will lose the doe.

A while ago I wrote a little bit about the dragon and his brethren, and here I write a little more, although not so eloquent as I once was able perhaps. Masters of Competence There is given some time to their skill, as this is the measure of their worth. Be it that which they provide in eloquence, or in diligence, either can be proof of their level of rank and rancor. They are given this by the priest(est) by decree, by consensus. How is one remarked to this distinction, by deed or by creed, neither, as it is more the will of the apprentice that marks the master, for otherwise they are no more than the average journey man. One that is accomplished is one that is revered, but one that can inspire is one that has proofed their value to all concerned. This then is the mark that the priest(est) seek in naming the accolade master. Other Terms of Endearment There is some care presented here, in tender hearts are valuable skills in tending to tenderer parts. Away from the chapel and nea

Forming a not for profit, focussed on agriculture and traditional economics. My goal here is to form a not for profit that will focus on traditional economics, such as preserving the arts of handcrafts and those centered around agriculture. This is a work in progress most definitely.