If I Were President
I would speak logically and clearly and truthfully.
I would be serious about my job, and it’s potential to alleviate suffering, create happiness, and cause national and global growth and development.
The priorities, of course, would be lifting the world’s poor out of misery, and peace and security for America (and all, really).
I believe healthcare should be a human right, like housing, and education.
I believe in a rising tide lifting all boats, and creating American wealth by creating a world of global prosperity, as producers for American consumers and markets for American producers.
I believe hunger should be eradicated, and the food supply should not be centered around the profit motive (in other words, incentivized to be designed by food chemists and tweaked for maximized profit at the expense of health and nutrition).
Obesity and poor nutrition and exercise, as well as hunger and malnutrition, need to be addressed in a caring environment of safety and sanity. Security and mental health are essential to physical well-being. Less meat and ethical treatment of animals are crucial, if we are to think of ourselves as virtuous, a people of God, with morals and values.
Clean water is a human right.
Love is the universal aspiration for all, and begins with respect, compassion, kindness, joy.
Love is devotion and delight. Nobody should be alienated, isolated, alone.
Our culture of guns and violence and combat is sick and twisted and must end, and be replaced with one of respect, understanding, sympathy, empathy, camaraderie, friendship, and peace (not misery and resentment and vengeance and hate).
Our military must be strong and ready, but not on a perpetual war footing. The main purpose of the Department of Defense, like the State Department, is to prevent war and maintain peace. Nuclear weapons are an abomination, and must be eradicated, worldwide, as unthinkable. The balance of terror is untenable, and they never should have come into existence. The whole world would breathe a sigh of relief if the threat of their use was lifted. The possibility of nuclear winter and the end of human existence means the time for them to go has come. The potential for a single unhinged leader with a “finger on the button” to kill millions means we live in a sick world that needs fixing, urgently.
Personally, I think there shouldn’t be any borders, and the whole world should live in a community of “United States”, with everyone free to go anywhere. We are all just humans, and jingoism has no place. We are all just animals, actually, and we should respect life and Nature. We are all different, and we should all respect both individual and cultural variations. We are all made by Love, and God should inform everything we do. Atheism is a path to God.
a ditty about the duty of a deity
G-D, Gravely disabled, good dude, governing democrat, go deep
SB, Supreme Being (somebody? Simone Biles?)
at Sports Basement and Starbuck's in San Bruno
Kamala is clear, logical, intelligent, rational. Basically, someone I'd rather listen to for four+ years. (But I wish she'd come alive and sound normal though. She sounds annoying and comes off as talking down to everyone all the time). I take that back. That was a first impression. She's WAY more impressive. I watched her give a speech on YouTube. She has humility. She's real. AND..At least she doesn't have 34 felonies, and liable to 57 more, possibly! As Ben Carson, the housing secretary under Mr. Trump said, reminding the crowd that DJT came from the "dog eat dog world" of Manhattan real estate, "But it's okay, because, you know, David was a pretty slimy guy, too, in the Bible - I mean, murder, and adultery, and deceit. And yet, God said he's a man after my own heart."
apparently, the election is all about money. The voters are sheeple who can be manipulated by social media and ads, not substance like ideology or experience or skill or inspiring rhetoric... I'm tired of getting hit up for money, and being told the entire election depends on my money!!
iffy at jiffy lube, but certainly hurtin'
cartoons about neither cars nor tunes
bumpers sticker I saw today (the ultimate 'I don't give a fuck' statement'):
I neither deny nor justify my actions
use your dick to music, Azusa-Pacific
which doctor is a witch-doctor? said the wretch on watch
deluded and diluted
different and deferred rent
feeling happy or feeling crappy?
reading the noose paper
breaking your fist before breakfast
adversarial, bilious, contentious, fractious,
antagonistic, hostile, rancorous, combative, truculent
gr, growing resentment
mad about murder, adultery, deceit
rich Richard from Richmond, and the poor eating porridge and pork
BLVD: beloved bull-vd boulevard
happy in Napa, irked in Berkeley
Urkel taking a nap
phi beta nappa from Berzerkeley
legos in Lagos
a freak from Afrique
feet, flatulence, and feculence (666)
caught cotton-candy colored crustacean
cheeses, Jesus, and diseases
Jesse Jackson, James, Owens, Helms, Ventura
Disney Jessie and Christina Applegate Jesse
jester, jesus, hey zeus, isaí, chuy, jess, jessemiah, jesse tree
grl, giving and receiving love
I love your gloves, I hate your fate
death from meth and sick from ticks and sad from bad lads
blissful kisses and joyful boys and girls with pearls
love from above, dough from below
money for you honey, for rings and things
our intent is to be content
our nightmare is to bite a pair of spiteful bears
unleashing rage from a cage
sage mages earn wages from pages
I saw a bumper sticker today that read, "born again crustacean"
which I thought was funny. like pornography and prawn-ograpny.
humans are animals: Homo sapiens sapiens
wise, wise homos (lol) (we're so full of ourselves)
(homo homeowners) and ho moaners (moaning whores)
kingdom Animalia. Jesus was an animal, too.
monkey monks and ant christ (ha), aunty christ, and anarchist
naked apes and bipedal primates and uber-social, like bonobos
let's be scientific and modern, not backward, folks
Jesus is dead. He may have survived the cross, but not old age!
vampire, immortal, vengeful angry mean pissed ire
irate in Ireland, dire in the fire, not higher in a choir
We all have 5 souls: 2 on our feet, a beer, a fish, and a sun. ha ha.
question:
can you identify a dangerously insane mentally-ill killer?
(versus an angry person who just needs to cool off?)
academic- ack! a dimik (dim mak?)
A danger to self or others (or both), doesn't give a fuck, suppressed rage; suicidally homicidal, freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. lethal, by experience or training or madness/ surprise/ cunning/ poison. under a spell, like music, a movie, or book, perhaps... such as, say, hannibal lecter, or anton chigurh, or kaiser soze, or sauron, or Slayer. maybe self-identifies as a vampire, devil, demon, monster, mob-boss, etc. maybe people are objects/things, like blade runner, or mere programs, like in the matrix. hearing voices, aggravated, suffering, tormented, possessed, avolition, not in control. seeking justice, vengeance, payback, retribution, karma - bloodthirsty, angry. a dish best served cold. mad at the world, everybody, god, reality, the universe, life, everything. sexually frustrated, alienated, no love. a wily predator with a need, that seizes any and all opportunities to kidnap, rape, torture, kill. addicted, can't stop. the most dangerous game. resentment, channeled into cold murder, mixed with sadistic pleasure. playing a delusional role (a twisted, evil, deity??). life is boring and depressing, and crime is spicy. that's my take on it. maybe a very scary fairy.
are we all just meat? shit? dna-replication devices? we say shit, do shit, think shit, and a lot of us are pieces of shit. Some think we all are. We all turn to shit, eventually (decay). Eaten by worms, and chopped up by time into little pieces, particles, dust to dust. Shee-it. The world chews us up and shits us out. We're planted, become soil, feed the plants, recycle. Butt just because we ARE shit, doesn't mean we should treat each other like shit. I mean, I flush shit, and I pick up dog shit (respectfully, tying off the bags), and I certainly don't think my shit don't stink. Feet and farts stink, too. Am I merely an object, like a rock? A heinous object, maybe, even worse than a rock? As the Grateful Dead sang, "please don't murder me."
this is water
don't drown. (but we all have a terminal diagnosis)
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