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I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 53) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Friday, May 16, 2025

Same vs. Different

 People are People

How we're the Same:    We are all human, and want the same things: comfort, safety, happiness, pleasure, friendship, fun, good food, enough sleep, love.    The desire for happiness is universal.  To smile, laugh, feel good, and have freedom, to do what you love and enjoy, like hobbies.    I like music, nature, reading, surfing the internet, restaurants, exercise endorphins, writing, good conversation, and doing origami, for example.    Others like tv, magazines, dancing, sports, travel, roller coasters, church, or going to the movies.   A few more things I like are Joe Frank, frisbee, exploring and doing new things, museums, and trivia/ research/ learning.    Everyone likes money (and spending it!).

Different?  (alphabetically!), humans vary immensely, and have polarities in every conceivable category.   Appearance, background, culture, DNA, energy level, felicity, gratitude, harmony, ignorance, judiciousness, kindness, love, malice and madness, naughtiness, openness, quietude, rage and resentment, solitude, tenacity, urbanity, value, wit, yoga-levels.

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

Freedom Unity Comfort Kindness

 Friendship Understanding Caring Kisses

I'm Keen for Kelli's Kindness and Kisses.   

Kaizen at Kaiser,  Kai in a Kia , Kyle flying a kite at the khyber pass, chimera (female fire-breathing lion-goat-serpent thing).    

Eternal Ray, in eternal heaven, for eternity, the electric tern eats the electric eel.   The emperor has an electro-magnetic pulse.   Electric human, eh?   Elect Rick!  election tricks.   One of the few, the proud... the elect.   I select one of the elect to be Lechter's lector.   Like Hector the Protector.   Read to me at Reed, and do the deed, and sow your seed, and drink mead, and smoke weed, with a heedless need for speed.  Is that a lead?  Indeed, on the holiday of Eid, take heed, and feed your greedy needs!   I'm pissed.   I have a need to be peed.   Drink me*.   A tall drink of water.  A walking, talking, bucket of blood, Bob.    Come and drink it up, from my fertility (- Red Hot Chili Peppers).   Drink blood, the wine of my blood, for eternal life, said Jesus.    Jess U.  Chuy Louie.   Eat of my flesh, delicious meat, because we're all cannibals?  I'm not sure I want to take this religious symbolism and ideation that far, folks.   When I'm dead, you can eat and drink your fill, as far as I'm concerned.    But eaten alive?  That's for the mosquitoes.  Don't bug me.

*There are Jesse (James) cocktails, and bourbon.   So you can drink Jesse :-)   I'm sure I'm delicious.

Are you thinking of harming a Human Alive Real Man?  Or helping a Human Exciting Living Person?   Serving ice is not much of a service!  And Hindus aren't really a hindrance.   'Hindrance' in Hindi is 'baadha'.   Hindus behind.   The Kama Sutra depicts anal sex, actually.   It "includes a couple positions, but doesn't really talk about it."   AS is called an acquired taste.    

Form and Content!  Genius, with style!  

Thoughts and Beliefs, Soul and Identity, Being and Essence, with Panache and Grace

What you've said and how you've done it

(what and how you've said and done your self and ideas) (well isn't that special)

Whatever's Clever

Thinking about things, all things pass (half-lives, say), and are there really good things and bad things?  Isn't it all just Stuff?  Chemistry and chem is try.    Good chemistry!

With Kelli in her kerchief and I in my cap, we kept the keepsakes from around the map! hohoho.

chewy Chùy, with crunchy bones, savory and delicious (try the sauce), bred and made of bread, and broken (like a code), and bitten by ten (?)!     J is 10.   Jesus.

The allow in swallow (a bird, like a tern, too), and the sexual innuendo (fellatio).   In your end?  O!   Axl Rose is an anagram of oral sex, and Suck Fuck seems like San Francisco spirit fogging.  The oral sex OS (operating system).  Castro, castration, and "sucking off."     Blow my balloon til it pops? lol)

fun link:  http://damninteresting.com  (recommended website)

Wordplay:  Absurd birds and loony loons and Daffy Duck.    Quacks know about this.  Mad Crazy Insane on the phony phone.   You can be nuts on a real phone, too.   You can talk to yourself on the phone, or on a headset, or to an alternate self as an entirely different freaking person, or even other people (who may or may not hear you, telepathically!).   The police lease their place to lice?  The cops copulate with copper cups, wearing capes and caps, eating kippers and capers.   TV is portal to travel and variety (but is to travel what a glass of water is to a lake!!).   Wear RayBans to see Ray (he's bright).  You need the BANS because of his Babbling Angry NonSense.   Let there be light (bleed those photons?).  You don't have to say, Let there be dark.   W/C.    Witchcraft in a water closet.  BP.    Body parts at the British Petroleum station.  Disease and DI z's.   Dizzy ease?   Dizz.    Health and wealth and hell and wellness.   Weird words in the ward.   Wired on coffee?   THAT's a crazy expression.   Sickness and sick NISS (new injury severity score) (national information security system), etc.    Sweet men, who are delicious and fruity.   Therapy, treatment, caring, love, healing, and protection.    Joy, happiness, and bliss.   Sex, intimacy, lust, touch, massage, orgasm, pleasure, cum, and fantasy.   Wet, spurt, thrust, moan, arch, pant, grip, writhe.     Shape thought, control minds, prevent dissent - newspeak at Newsweek.    What is your Real Body?   It's whatever you've got, right?  Or is it what you had?  Or is it everything but the plastic surgery?  They say (I"ve said) if it's in Nature, it's Natural.  Well, everything we humans have made, called artificial, is in nature....   Plastic surgery sounds like surgery on a plastic bottle!  What I Thought:   WIT.   Funny is fun and phunny is a phony way of spelling it.  The Antonio Ant (678).  Numbers and numb with cold (br), and Sensitive to Heat (br is a part of burn, weird).    Eating bonbons on the autobahn.  HoHo's for ho's?  haha.  Butts, but not buttocks.  Bait in a boat caught a boot, but a bat bit!   Cleaned by a soap opera.  Rapping about rape.  Left for dead and right for me.   Up for grabs and down for the count.  Forward march and backward countries.   The progress process, developed devil, and growing groans.   Improvement at Willy Wonka's chocolate factory:  improved mints!  Lou's delusion about Alleluia.   Accident with an ax, with your ex.  Starving stars, stark mad.   Beaten beat poets, bitten and bought.  Whipped cream, whipped and wept.  Raped apes, grapefruits, and therapists.    Demonic Monica, the harmonica player.   The thief leaving trash on the trail hypocritically says, Take only photos, leave only footprints.   Thieves that take the stage, and take a seat.   I need to knead bread.   I kneed the rapist in the groin.  Hating heights, and loving leaving.  Low, hello!  Grounded and earthy.  Feet on the ground, in the FOG.   The clarity of Larry T.   Bird's eye view in clear skies.  Thoughts in the cloud.  Picked up by a pickup truck.   Clifford Pickover at a yard sale.   Sodomizer in the sod.  Dirty bird with a dirty mind in the dirt.  Shitty people in the shit.  Loyal gargoyles foiled! (in the soil).   Bound and found in the ground by hounds.  Forensic mensans.  With a lens like Ken's, you're bound to make friends!  Exercise and sexercise in Texas with Bex.    Alex, Lex Luthor, and H Lecter.  Lexus reads us.   Single and singing a song of myself, the Song Dynasty, and Sanger sewing machines.  Vampire with a gun!  Bang! a count!  (bank account).  Bullshit about bully bulls and kind raccoons and loony loons and cold brrds.   Kind minds that grant telepathic silence (when requested, and when needed, and always - by nature, or by disposition).  Friendly skies and friends to the end.   Let there be (a lot of) loot!  Cars for curs in the corps.   What's a cur?   A cur, as the definition occurs in the dictionary, is a Cowardly/Surly fellow (like CS?).   I drive a caring car.   Unoffensive, and reliable, and safe, and it makes people happy.   Not paid in money?  I hope you have all you need, and you are paid in Contentment and Satisfaction!  Drinking ten bottles of zinfandel with Tenzin!  Drunk as a skunk.   A tall glass of alcohol, y'all (like Paul and his doll, Molly).  Jedi in Jeddah, Seth the Sith.  Darth Vader vs. Ralph Nader.  Monks channeling minks and monkeys.  A cutter in Qatar, with a knife from Nairobi.   Kidnapped!  A fun book.  Raped, Eaten, And Dead.   Read.  Book, boo K (K's ghosts).   A sleeping baby goat?  Or a baby stolen while asleep/sleeping (from Napa)?  Working man, and were a king, man.   "Wurqueen woman".   Investigating gays in vestments.  Rescuing a queue at the reservation.  The horse says, Hay you!  Sue will eat soup and sushi at the Sioux reservation soon, in her super suit.  Octavio Paz makes peace with the pacifists on the Pacific Ocean, with a piece of pez.  Pissed at having pus on my pussy.  Bin Laden has been through a lot.  I've been through bins with Ben.  Ace Young, Flunk Old, and the middling middle-aged average Rav.   June and July are not Jewish months.  (They are:  Nisan, Iyar, Sivan, Tammuz, Av, Elul, Tishrei, Heshvan, Kislev, Tevet, Shevat, and Adar).   Drive a Nissan in Nisan, worship Siva during Sivan, hi Tammy, watch audiovideo during Av (or Tevet), and be a Teshara during Tishrei (Tishrei is during September, my birth month).  :-).  This year (2025) is 5785 on the Jewish Calendar (started 3761 BCE, supposedly the biblical Creation year).   Their (12) months correspond with ours.   Their year starts on Rosh Hashanah, which is during Tishrei (September or October).   January is Tevet (more or less), along with some Shevat.    Do or Die, Department of Defense, Definition of Done, DoD.  A dangerous, hardened criminal DHC, praying on safe soft citizens?   (DHC is a soccer team from the Netherlands, as well).   Everybody has soft tissue and hard bones.  Even a child can be potentially dangerous.   The action of acting, action not words, words not silence, a sound mind vs. unsound mind, and an unsound mind vs. being dead!  L'chaim!   The extent and duration of my psychic intrusion and telepathic incursion is Beyond Bullyism, imo.  BMW.    bitch moan whine.  Well, there ARE worse things.   Gratitude for Silence.   Silent Night.  Quiet Day.   Peaceful abiding.

Dirty cops.  Police have the right to kill.   Not an unqualified right.   They need justification, must follow protocol, or they are criminals, themselves.   You don't want to be a cop behind bars.   I imagine they're up there with the pedophiles on the hate list, in prisons.  But cops are known for protecting their own, and sometimes bad apples plant guns or false evidence on folks, and shoot first, maybe leaving false shots to create a false narrative, or lying on police reports, or on the stand, or whatever it takes to save their skin.   Which, gratefully, is a rare occurrence, I believe, thank God (but not unheard of).  Cops should be upright, never criminal, and certainly not murderers or rapists.   Clean cops.   Pure as the driven snow, lol.   They ARE the "good guys" who we all rely on, and deserve our respect.   Hopefully, they earn it.

The world is mad.   Messed up.  Unfair.  Not right.   Worldwide,  25k people die every day from poverty and related causes (like hunger, lack of clean water, sanitation, or healthcare).  We throw away enough food to feed them!  And billionaires have far more money than they know what to do with (they have to pay money to people to help them spend their money).  700 Americans die from poverty every day.   9 million humans die of hunger and malnutrition a year.   The world is just too damn selfish, greedy, uncaring, and rude.   Immature, if you ask me.  

"Beast system".   2?  F'em (f-ck or fight).  Sex or predation.  Animals, zoos, monkeys, ants, creepy-crawlies, pets, humans as animals and "ant-hropology".    Beast with 2 backs, sex?   Complete bullshit, nonsense, babble, meaningless drivel, if you ask me!  (well, the system IS beastly, red in tooth and claw, with apex predators at the top of food chain, devouring the weak).  Demonic bears and Lion of Judah (Jesus Christ), king of the jungle,    Strength, ferocity, majesty, leadership.  

A few closing thoughts:  Hector Camacho eats macho nachos with Tatcho.    Star Wars:  Galactic Warriors from Sirius vs. Beetlejuice, fire photon torpedoes!  Space opera and time ballet.  Reporting on deportation.  Jose, Josie, and Jesse drank a juicy JC.  SOS says the Secretary of State.  Wag! (women and girls).  A looker locked in a locker room with the Lakers!   Juan wears a tie in Taiwan.  Runnin' from a gunman.   Augmented arguments.   Flemish phlegm.  Hard left and soft right, weird bodybuilding.  The coal coalition.  Priorly in a priory.   A crackdown on crack.  Collapsed after running laps.  A pair of paramedics in paramilitary parachutes.  Ironically ironing Irish ire into fabulous fabric.  Does a general election elect generals?   Biologically logical but plum dumb.   Unexpectedly unrespected.  Was Bela Bartok from Belarus?  The woodcarver considered a would-be wooden bee.  Foreign minister on fm radio.  Odd in Riyadh.   Doing the groundwork for teamwork and footwork.  Ack money, and acrimony.  Free speech and expensive books.  Asylum seekers in an insane asylum.  A complex case of simplex.  Delicious militias in a tasty haste.   Monitoring monitor lizards.  The scent of dissent.  Hias and Shias.  Hostess cupcakes for hostages.  Computer dispute about disrepute.  A tax on tacks.  Die, diversion inclusion equity!  Courting Courtney outside the courthouse.  Claims about clams.   You can go to a jail without going to jail.    Mauritius or Lesser Sunda.  Lee leads Leeds.   Farm suits and pharmaceuticals.  Train cars and autopilot.  Quantum potato chips.  Evaluating Val.   Business is NOT just about keeping busy.  Colonel Sanders in the Vaseline.  Definitely defiant.  A fish called Rwanda.  Strike the shrike, struck with destruction.  Kurdish birds and cool cats.  The mint changed its change.  Steering clear of bible bull.   I've had my fill of foolish fuel.  Propensity for intensity.   Reciprocally sipping soup.  Scientific scientology with scientists doing science.  Eating dumdums while on my smartphone.   Holy Diver and sacred sake and sanctified Sanka coffee and blessed bliss.   Angry ankles.  Your niece is nice.  Meeting your meat.    Eat a beet.   A belief in beef.  Wholly holy holes, and unholy gods.  Ruminating in Rumi's room.  Industrious dust, made of mud.  Insidious in Sydney.  Flip the script and turn the tables, how the mighty have fallen, the first will be last.   Bullets in bulls and ghost guns shooting ghost bullets.   Wings of a mansion, and the house in Up.   The baker's rye went awry.  Soul soil (U and I in the sun/sol).   Hell as magma, after your dust joins the soil, and ages later, the plate tectonics send your atoms down with the subsidence into the hot depths.  I wouldn't fear feeling anything though (without neurons or a brain!).  

Sophisticated psychologists and corporations and governments use resentment and rage to manipulate and control individuals and populations.   People get played.  For power, money, etc.    Madness fuels pharmaceutical profit.  So be angry, rage against the machine.  Or relax, chill, enjoy.   The choice is yours.

The shaman who eats common ramen was consulted by a woman named Shaw :-).   The guru listens to the Goo Goo Dolls.   I wore a tutu on the choo choo, after I got a booboo dancing to little bunny foofoo.   I played with my yo-yo with Bobo after eating cocoa and so-so hoho's with the popo.  

Beaten up, tortured, raped, with head cut off?  You can be as mad as you want to be.   At the perp.  At the evil.   Not God or something, right?  CBT for Cutting Beating Torture.  Anyway, a BI boring idiot.  A BLT (bacon lettuce tomato) sandwich with a Big Long Thick (hotdog) (is that witchy?).  ROD, root of David.   HG Wells, Holy God.  Go, vitiligo!   POHEE, a pit of hell evil entity.    CALM about being Cremated, Lava, Magma.   Burn, baby, burn.  Sam got scammed.   Incan Ink, inc.  Online and off-line in line.   Go fast through the vast from the past.   Sophisticated slapping, slapstick with fists.   I need to fast fast.  Going outside for a puff puff.   Hearty and hale as you inhale and exhale.  In and Out, suck and blow.  Breath, then Death.  Waiting to gain weight.   Losers that are winners.  Global glow, sexy Sikhs, hardcore ardor.  ATW, all the women, around the world.   Nobody knows my buddies.    Siemens, cum company, jizz biz.  Don't insult the consultant.  Disorganized criminals doing organized crime.    Standup comic falling for a felon.   It should be illegal to make eagles sick.  Doug dug drugs until they became ughs.  Paul and Trish are politicians.   Dumb boars suffer from boredom.  Greed gives me grief.  Loan-liness of a loan officer.  Cyber-crime in Siberia (sigh).  Frail Dale and the Hardy Boys.   Satan Antichrist Devil, so SAD (Schizo-Affective Disorder?).   Serpent turpitude perpetrating my burping.  A scam in my spam.  Institutions and insti-3-tions.  An illegal league of their own.  Charging fees for my Fiat.   A shoddy Audi.  Audi Arabia.  Cruel rules for tools of fools.  Does a witch hunt ever find one.  Is putting your children to sleep kid-napping?  If you're on the freeway are you trafficked? (not funny).  Stability of Bill and instability of Lynn.  2, institutionalized, too.  Which witch is the rich snitch bitch?   Allies say Al told the truth.  Deportation desperation.  AIDS and bandaids.  Maid paid for getting laid.   Doing Moly with Molly.  The basketball team is short-staffed.    Expendable but bendable.  De-furred? Deferred!   Monkey money.  G-D, government data.   Jesse from Jersey.  Involuntary Commitment for those who are danger TO TOO (themselves or others).   Infamous sinfulness.  Islamystic.  Sioux and Sue and the Sufis.   Bang me in Bangladesh, baby!   Angry birds say, Flock You.   Productive and pro-active, or Destructive and de-activated.   Jack's ejaculate.   Weds the Wicked Evil Depraved Sinister Sinner.  Aching to slurp a serpent snake.   Reptilian reputations and repetitive republican reaper of demonic democrats.  Rats in pubs. Anne the animal.  Melony Melanie.  Al a sin.  Solinsky, sun in the sky (Sonia's son, ya).   Surveillance survey.  Watching the watch and the witch.   WD-40 and witches, demons.  Did a number on you?  Witchcraft, snapping and clapping and casting spells.  Talking to spirits, and reciting incantations, and basically being insane, yelling at Reality and people nowhere near you, and fulminating against body sensations.  Speaking in tongues! Witchcraft is undefined, and associated with superstition and halloween costumes, and sometimes backward African beliefs, or something.  And rage against monsters, demons, mental illness, insanity, bat crazy menaces, crime, attacks, and things like unkindness and bullying.   Witches to me are just earth and nature-loving Wiccans, but hey, some people think witches are malicious and sinister vehicles of the devil and accursement.    What isn't witchcraft, basically?  You and ewe (evil, wicked entities).  Goats, and the greatest of all time.   Surprised by a serpent surrogate.   Hissing at St. Stephen.   Damon's demons.   The dumb  domination of dames and damned dim dems.   That man has the atman of Batman.    Dobbins is a wobbly Robin (boy wonder sidekick).  Supergirl vs. Wonderwoman.   Telepathic mindsurfers.   The rapture of capturing a rapist.  Eternal defamation and infamy for depravity.   Lick the sick and twisted, who are better to have never existed.   Let there be peace, police!  Fight evil and may there be good in our neighborhoods.   Amen.

Less lies from Leslie.   Servus, serve us.  Ellen the felon.   Kathy hath had me?   Gill-T as charged.  Knot!  (not).  Helen the Hellenic hellion from Hell (Norway).  Lenore indoors.  A drink of Brandi.  Moaning Mona, with Lisa.  Judy the foodie does her duty.   Duv above.  Jamie, and Big Ramy.  Sara era, in the air tonight (not a Teshara).  Funny Stephanie.  Anna's man, uh.   Deana.  The angry ant's name was Grant.  Hell's bells, and smells, I fell for Kells!  Zounds, I'm found!   

Crime and Witchcraft and Demonity and Evil.   Stalking in the spirit, to step in, possess, even kill.   Drive people insane, make suicidal, supposedly a perfect crime for a hostile telepathic being, a dangerous criminal, a POHEE (pit of hell evil entity), or, say, a wicked "witch" or warlock or whatever.   Some crimes that make even the most virtuous criminally insane (the bad is good? the devil, basically) are raping, murdering, and eating the innocent.   Slavery, trafficking, hostages, chained to beds, beatings, torture, anal rape, massacres, cannibalism, arson, organized crime, extortion, threats, starvation, drugging, poisoning, and theft.    When it's insidious (gradual and cumulative, subtle) the little things become a Big Thing.   Holy or Depraved, it comes to the same thing, we're all Dust to Dust, Dead.     Day of the Dead is a beautiful, lovely celebration of life, and I love it.   It's a dead man's party.   No one lives forever.

If you lived forever, you'd probably be alone, cold, miserable, and bored.   Santa Muerte deserves a prayer.    But some people believe in Heaven and Hell, and "The Eternal", and a single God for The Entire Universe.    I don't think I have a Delusion of Grandeur (believe it or not).   I'm just a philosopher, a human being, who considers a lot of religion absurd (mostly), so I share my Truth, ideas, ideology, and some new concepts to add to the corpus/ paradigm of religious/ philosophical ideas.  Some creativity.   I'm a Creator, lol.   

Driving you absolutely Sane.  :-)     Slow, ongoing, unceasing, annoying torments like head-shocks (to using a lightswitch, say) have truly driven me out of my mind (wtf), but there is Alway Hope.   Voices can make anybody nuts, and pains, without question, of course.   Psychic punishment, negative reinforcement, and manipulation is completely uncalled for, in my book.   If your head is a telephone, you better be able to hang up.  Well, if you're going through hell, keep going.   Light at the end of the tunnel, keep the faith.

A Devil is just someone you don't like, who did something you disapprove of, or just constitutionally wicked (a devil in spirit).   Everyone is judging each other, all the time, consciously or unconsciously, and we all get it wrong, all the time.    Brain chemistry makes some of us morally different.   We demonize people different from ourselves.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.   If we all stand in judgment before a Holy God, well that God was judged Holy, and nobody has all the facts, and we're all the same, anyway.   You like heat therapy?  Maybe you want to be cremated, just for the hell of it :-)

Nobody has all the facts.   I don't believe anyone knows everything about anyone else.    We don't even fully understand ourselves.   If you understand your ignorance, then at least that's a step toward Enlightenment, no?   There is always more to learn, and Omniscience is impossible.   That's what I believe.    You can believe Reality has consciousness, and everything is known, but I don't.   It's all relative.   Even the geniuses are idiots.  But who cares, anyway.   All this IQ stuff and academic jockeying and intellectual comparison is annoying, if not disgusting, imo.  Even the idiots are genius :-)

I know my saying I'm a deity is distasteful to many (most?).   Like I'm a false pagan god, or just words and no action, no wrath against sinners, no Acts of God, no fiery judgments or saying I know Jesus.  I am what I am, and what I shall prove to be (like everyone else!).   Bless you.  

Monday, May 12, 2025

The latest crop of creeps

Universal Cosmic Intelligence at UCI (UC Irvine)

Bat crazy bats.   BC Bill Clinton.  Unwise owls.  Birdbrain birds.  Dumbshit and stupid poop.  Is Diddy a daddy.  The FBI said a fib about a defibrillator for your fibula.   Peter Pan doesn't want his peter in a pan.  Stick a needle in my eye, said Popeye?  Waterskiing skeeters.   What's UP, Uttar Pradesh?!   I killed a man on Kilimanjaro, just to watch him dye his clothes.  I bought a yawl, y'all!   Harry Belafonte's hairy elephant.  Tipper smokes Clippers with Jack the Ripper, skipper.  I've got Joanie on the phone from Coney Island - she bought a bony pony for Tony!  Groan.  Is it a phony pony, Tony?  The teenager idly idolized Billy Idol.  With discernment, you can discern a mint from a square of chocolate.  Howard at Harvard.  The app to find apes in the Appalachians.  Juneau, You know?  Juniper on Jupiter in June.  Juveniles are listening to a rejuvenating jukebox in Juba.  Judy, Julie, Jules, Jude, Judah, and Jubien have good juju.  Virgos, like a version!  HE and SHE, Habitat Enrichment and Super-Happy Ecstasy.  ER, The Emergency Room on the Earth-Realm;  Human Resources in the Heavenly Realm.  Jesse Helms overwhelmed Elmo's realm.   Anselm climbed an elm.  Natalie Grant sings for the gnats and the ants!  The hip-hop artist raps, snaps, claps, and taps.  The torturer zapped and then took a nap.  Metro PCS (personal communication service) and CPS (childhood protective services).  A madhouse pandemonium riot of babble, screaming, and noise.   I'm in the shit, and hit and bit!  I'd like to spit some wit but my body's about to quit!  I'm having a fit about some nitwit who used his military kit to get me lit, sitting in this pit.   My last words?  I was a Zit!  I've been popped!  IT.   Ooze and Oz.   

Happy Vesak day!   It celebrates the BED of Buddha (Birth, Enlightenment, Death).   The Dalai Lama says sleeping is a good form of meditation, btw.   Champion sleepers are champion meditators!   And Buddha means "Awake."     Rage against the machine screams, Wake Up!   They have a burning buddhist monk on the cover of their album.   It's Thich Quang Duc.  He self-immolated to protest the Vietnam War.  He's not the only one.   Sick, if you ask me.   Suicide is never worth it, in my book.  Anyway, may peace and comfort and kindness and compassion and love and truth and joy and freedom fill your day and every day.   Impermanence.   That is the fundamental difference with most Christians.  Heaven to a Buddhist is Nirvana, bliss (in this life, while you're alive), not being in hell, living a good life of virtue and service with basic needs met, not some madness about acquisitive greed for billions, cars, mansions, yachts, helicopters, stuff.   Not some treadmill of sacrifice to chase a dream of "success."  Heaven?  To me, that's a book, Nature, a movie, a meal, music, endorphins, a dream, intimacy, leisure, health, compliments and gratitude, waking well-rested, a good think, a good conversation, time with friends, laughter, etc.   You can even be happy for No Reason, with an "attitude of gratitude" (savoring, appreciation, loving-kindness).   It's not some hoped-for dream-world astral plane or something that some mysterious ghost part-of-me goes to after I die.   I mean, if I wake up there after I die, I'll be surprised, to put it mildly.  Anyway, where is this place, and what part of me is going there?   It's absolutely ridiculous philosophy to base a life on, in my view.   Just be here and now, and love life.  Everybody dies.   May your daze be happy this May!

Friday, May 2, 2025

Evil Weevil

 Would be Good if He Could

The virtuous church won't phone Joan.   Joan's moans are sexier than Lexi's.  The girls are cute and beautiful in Utah (said the lovely governor).  Gorgeous George is from Georgia, though.  There is Californication and Texas is where the sex is at.  Id on the floor in Florida, and merrymaking in Maryland.  The virgins are in Virginia.   Anna gets around.   There's Indian Anna, Luis y Ana, and mounting Anna.  You can have Mitch again.  They're bad in Nevada.   Sinful in Wisconsin.  Guns in Oregon.   Carol's in Carolina.  You can ask in Nebraska or Alaska.  The answer is sí in Tennessee.  There's Misery in Missouri and debt in Iowa, but laughter in Ha-waii.   There's oaks (OK) and roads (RI) and pencils (PA) and coats (ND).   Swordplay in Connecticut.   The small are in Mini-soda but the largest is in Allah-bama.   I'm in the mood to eat food in the nude!  Is that rude?  What is the price of a can of pasta, Rastaman?  Canadian comedians.  In the Eternal Heaven, eh?  Lower or Upper?  G-D:   Growing Demand.

Work hard, give it your all, with reflection and meditation time for perspective and preparation, then- intensity, persistence, dedication, discipline, focus, clarity.   Do all things in...  love, joy, kindness, gratitude, appreciation, compassion, grace, mercy, truth, integrity, service, cheer, patience, respect.   Fun, laughter, levity.  Itty bitty pretty witty kitty.   Bitten kitten, it is written.  Hot dawgs.

sleepy thoughts:   zzz.  sleepy, tired, late, pooped, exhausted, turning in, bedtime, goodnite, see you in the morning, in the a.m., tomorrow.    Tomorrow is another day.   One day at a time.  Seize the day.  Carpe diem.  Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise, said Poor Richard/ Ben Franklin.  Is 8 hours the average?   the average requirement?  (7-9 is recommended, but the need varies).   Exhaustion and exhaust pipe and exhaust chin.   eggs-ossed.    Floston Paradise and exhausted mice.   Tired like the vehicle tires.   Sleepy was a dwarf, one of seven, like seven of nine.  Who needs an interlocutor when you have your own brain, a blog, and the internet.   But buddies don't hurt.  Communicate with Kate, converse with Connie, Talk with Spock, and say later, hater, to Data.   Conversation with a Haitan.   Converse with Fred Durst.   Talk awkwardly, just say something, for God's sake.  Silence makes me violent.  Meditate in silent stillness, miss.  Ponder the pond, and the motion of the ocean, and the ripples made by cripples.   It seems your dream stream is beamed.  Your brain is mined.  Your head is fed with things said and thoughts in bed.   A dream is a thought?   That's a thought.  Life is but a dream, and a dreamy butt, and butter, it seems.

health e wealth e and y's.    hell, well.   TH, cross forever.  H as 8, infinity symbol (∞) (option 5).  GOD as 7,6,4 = 17 = 8.   (Q is 17, the origin of the Star Trek thing).  Always and Forever.   No one lives forever.   All is impermanent.  Love is forever?  Allah is permanent?   Seems semantic.   

Everything turns to shit?  Well, not everything!  We turn to dust.   Universe winks out.   Shit doesn't turn to shit, lol!    Sometimes, undigested food remnants get treated into fertilizer or for energy.    Our solar system, in the far future, will break down and disperse.    The sun will turn into a red giant in 5 billion years, and then a red dwarf, that will cool and fade over billions of years more.  Poof!

Grace is the free and unmerited favor of God (in Christianity).   Grace is courteous goodwill.   To ace anger, therefore, the linguistic deconstruction seems to be telling us, is to not be quick to anger, to let the anger flow off you like water off a duck's back, to have equanimity, to forgive, and let it go.  Favor Of God, foggy weather.  Making someone happy, rapturing them to Heaven.  Damnation, on the other hand, is making someone feel bad, with guilt and hate and misery, to Hell (Prison? Death?).   Someone stabbed you in the back?  Maybe you were mean to them, and they attacked back.   

The fairy fly, the smallest insect, is 0.139mm long (like less than a hair's width).   The Universe is Infinite.   We, therefore, are smaller than fairy flies.    Relative to the Universe, we don't even exist.    We are tinier than tiny, infinitesimal, teensy weensy itty bitty little nothings.    But we are absolutely massive to Ourselves.  And one person can ripple outward to the entire globe.  For whatever that means.   To infinity and beyond, lol.  

Hurt people hurt people.   More pain, more guilt.  We're all tired of people getting abused, the hate, the resentment, the misery, the sadness.  Grow up.   Get nice.   There should be no slavery and trafficking.  The meat industry should be far more humane, or less necessary.  Snakes and reptiles and dragons are cool animals, and deserve as much love as lions and giraffes, in my book.   Satan may be a Reptilian?  But carnivores in nature is the way of things, the way we were made.  Don't be a dick.  Respect.

you think they think they're right, but they're wrong (you think) ...    stolen holy life blood?....    you're rock hard special.       go cook a cake.      Don't call Kiki a kike or a kook - just buy her a Coke.    Sleep-leaping, and nap-lapping and rest-questing and dream-meming.    Awake like a snake named Jake, quaking, about to be baked in a lake of fake sake, for a cocky hockey player.    A jockey named Jackie with walkie-talkies, playing a game of wacky hacky-sack, before her horse comes back, of course.   

Hard Rock Cafe and rock hard muscles / erection, and Peter the rock, and vampire lore of statues that come alive, and of course rigor mortis.   Hardened criminals and hard rock music and hardcore sex and hardscrabble life and hard Concrete Cement Asphalt Pavement.     Hard bread and hard jawbreakers and hard tack and hard to chew.   Hard to watch.   Hard to guard.   Hard to beat.   Hard to top.   Hardware and hardcastle and mccormick and hardy boys and Laurel and Hardy and Hardaway and a hard mattress and hard to get to sleep.   Hard to say difficult.   Hard to act hard.    Hard to eat a soft serve.  

JLT and judgment of your life's testimony.  Buick, be you? ick!   Hoagie Carmichael and Chuy and Candy and Sandy the sandwich and Mel the melon and fruits/vegetables.   Your parents bread (bred).   Jerry Rice and Anne Rice and don't be a pesto.  I listen to the Sundaes.   The Food Fighters.   Gwynyth Paltrow's daughter Apple.  Darryl Strawberry.  Carrot Top.   Orange Julius.    Clean Dean, Sterile Errol, Dirty Kurt, Messy Jessy, and a yodeler named Adele.  Silent Bob and Loud and rowdy crowds.   Don't be a Stranger!  (For alll to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to be hoped was that there should be a huge crowd of spectators, and that they should greet me with howls of execration) - Camus  (pronounced calm moo).   Playing dirty and eating human flesh publicly??   Queasy cuisine, sweetheart.      Some sinners feel no shame, want to shout from the rooftops, and believe in genuine authenticity of behavior/ diet/ cravings/ curiosity/ owning what others suppress or reject.   yuke a wrist tick.   sim ball ick.   icky!  ichthylogist with a goatee doesn't like to eat fish.    Ghoti and Phish and spells to herd fish!   I heard that!  Let there be blood!   Let it happen.  Let go and let God.  If ever you should run into God in your journey, He will be cut.    It's not nice to slice, but people want pain on His pacifist ass.  Who is God?   I AM whoever you say I am.   -Eminem, the rap god.   But who hates love?

God is universally loved (almost), or praised, worshipped, glorified, and prayed to.    Given lip service.   But anyone claiming to be God could end up universally reviled, or disrespected, mocked (who the hell do you think you are?), or even crucified.    Drugged, medicated, not taken seriously, labelled mentally ill, and called schizophrenic with a Delusion of Grandeur, and -of course- misunderstood.    To be great is to be misunderstood (- Ralph Waldo Emerson).    So don't judge me til you've read me!   I have a lot (too much?) to say.   My dad never shut up, and now I'm the one shitting all over the internet.   I kid.   It's not garbage, in my opinion.    I mean, I like reading myself, and that could be enough, really, right?    Please leave comments.   I don't need validation, but I'd like to think I'm making a difference.

The MAD make a difference.    George Bernard Shaw said, "The reasonable man adapts himself to the world.   The unreasonable man persists in trying to adapt the world to himself.   Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man."   Never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy.  Status quo and rocking the boat.   Bob Marley sang, please don't you rock my boat.   He also sang Almighty God is a living man.  BM was the shit.    Seal and Bob are black men.   Don't judge me by the color of my skin ("white"), but the content of my character.  -MLK jr.   Milk is white.   Harvey (Milk) was assassinated by Dan (White).  King was assassinated by Ray.   And so it goes.   James Earl Jones and James Earl Ray and Jim Jones.   The King family believes Ray to be a scapegoat.   How odd.  Mad world.   My point?  Get crazy, crazy is sane - it's all sane??   Moderation in all things, including moderation.  My XR phone got stolen.   Doesn't mean we can't be Xtreme and Radical.  To a point.  Let's not go overboard!  Enjoy life, by any means necessary.  Be selfish.  Life is not to be moped through, or patiently suffered, or endured in quiet desperation.   Life is to be LOVED!!!   (unpredictable, unusual, interesting?)

The nitty gritty of surviving for Eternity and Infinity?  Beats me.  What an expression.  I don't know.  What is the longest conceivable human lifespan?  Like human consciousness in a computer for a zillion years, floating in space?  Like a nuclear-powered computer that sustains an entire world of data for a virtual being to play on, for the rest of time?   I guess it's conceivable.  Something to chew on.   Would there be food and shit?  Nuts.   Identical?  Better?  Embodied, with sex, thrills, food, breeze, the whole deal?   Better halves....  Beside yourself....   W is for Weird.    Clone should be spelled with a Double-you.   Babies!?

You can resent God, hate God, have anger spite malice toward God, even want revenge on God:  You could say,  Holy Father God, you can burn in your own Hell, you pos.   Many do.  You don't have to love All of Reality.   Maybe you shouldn't.   Matt Groening named a comic strip, Life is Hell, and some people are Depressives, and many are in long-term, persistent misery, from all kinds of situations and afflictions.   The best kind of religion(s) alleviate suffering, and facilitate a thriving life of joy.    That's MY God, anyway.

Wordplay:   Beethoven while eating beets on a hovercraft?  Oxen, foxes, and hawks.  A box of ham hocks.  Rabid rabbits.  There's a mole on my face!   Should I call a doctor or animal control?  The geese have a delusion of gander.  Awful flocks of flamingos, full of feelings in the Fall. The missus reads missing missives about missiles, mister.    The mister I met in the mist is missing and missed.   The Claire I met in the clear is full of clarity and chlorine.   My pal Paul from the pool is taking pills in Nepal.  My mammaries have memories.  Worshipping mammon in Yemen, and eating salmon with the ammonites.  The power of Bauer to sourly take a dour shower in the tower.   Co-opting the co-op.  Pompous on the pampas.  Akkadians in Arcadia.  Hectares of Heaven-essence.  Canoes and can-olds.  Canoli and Stromboli.   Strudel for my poodle.  Holy moly, he's eating a stromboli on zamboni.  The Sufi went to Dizzy-land.   Ten men do Zen.   I served the dogs fennel in the kennel.  The automobile road through the Carpathians.  The anthropologist apologized for anthrax, and throwing ants.  She was only erratically erotic.   The humorous post was posted posthumously.   A pyramid among peers.  I cuss your customs!  I curse, cuss, and kiss.  Cassie's case of couscous.  Run the play, run the plates.  Phallic guitar and astro-pops.  Flatulent motorcycle and rumble fish.  Birds in my beard, and mice in my mustache.  Bubba the baby likes bubbles.  I believe in birdbaths.  A big beautiful woman at Berkeley Bowl West.  Jaime and Jamie.  Sore about a rose.  I wed a weed in the dew.  Ribbit said the rabbit.   I was only ACTing!   The real role?  Railing against Riley's royal reels about rules!!  Movies about moves and maybe babies.   Cinema about sin.   Video about a kid named Dío.  Palaver about  an obscenely mean queen on the silver screen.  Ruthless Ruth on a cruel crew hurting Burt and Kurt, and putting the insane in pain.   They say no pain, no gain, but I don't think God is in hell.  The price of pleasure is not pain, nor of wealth, suffering.   There are some crazy ideas out there.  Gettin' the hang of anger.  What's UP?  Unicorns and Princesses!  PUP:   Peace, Understanding, and Prosperity.   The brutality in reality, the savagery of biting into cabbage.   The mean results of eating too much beans.  If pancakes made you fart, maybe we'd call it a flatulent spatula.  The hatred of fish who ate the bait.  The ire of the buyer who thought he bought a lot of hot yachts.   The spite of the guy who lost the fight.   The anger of the guy with the fangs.  The rage in a cage.  The wrath on the path to the bloodbath.  The fury of the jury.   The malice of the palace.  The revenge of the oranges.  The orange that bites back, the fruit vampire (imaperv), gay apricot: gaypricot, the wicked kick to the dick that makes you sick.  The kite that takes flight at the right height.   Evil Knievel and Wicked Rick and Sinful Jinn and Depraved Dave and Vicious Trish and Satanic Anne (and Nick), and the Turpitude of perps who burp, slurp, and usurp the throne of Moaning Myrtle the fertile turtle.   Colonel Bone is on the phone, and I don't think you'll like his tone, Sloan.   Ah shit, the same supposedly witty bit about how I should just quit tits, and sit and knit?  I've been bit by a nitwit who's throwing a fit, spitting shit about zits.    The worst thirst to burst?  So just pop em, pop!  Squeeze, please.   Apples, opulent opals, and papal people.   Proust's priest and Prevost's provost.

A Dry, Quiet War.   A Pie Diet More.  A Bi Hyatt Whore.

I am 53 years young, earth time.   Wait, what other kinds of time are there?   Coordinated Universal Time is the scientific time for the entire planet.   If you're in a different field of gravity (like, say, near a black hole) OR in motion, your time frame is different than somewhere else.      Gravitational time-dilation and time dilation due to relative motion - both could impact "eternal."   Science seems to be saying There is no objective flow of time, and no Universal Now.   Time is weird.   It's not the same time on the roof as it is on your floor (by some infinitesimal quantity).   A day on Mercury is 176 (earth) days, Venus (243 days), Mars (24h, 37m), Jupiter (9h, 56m) hours, Saturn (10h, 33m), Uranus (17h, 14m), and Neptune (16h, 6m).

No one lives forever.   Everyone dies.    We've got around 100 years.   That's it.   No one outlives their death, even by an hour.    Once you're dead, it's over.   You'll be dead forever.   Bad news?  Sorry.   Happens to everyone.   At least none of us are alone.  It's the universal fate.   

No afterlife.  No heaven, no hell.   Just children, representing. (some of) Your DNA persisting. 

Everything goes to hell.   Dies, decays, deteriorates, worsens, ages, rots. 

Thinking about Heaven provides a template for how you should live your life;  what goals you want to shoot for, an imagined reward for a virtuous life, and a pleasant dream-world that molds our real one.   

NO bullying, slavery, rapes, beatings, torture, trafficking, violence, murder, kidnapping, cruelty, unkindness, disrespect.    In other words, be good, no crime.   What does a good, virtuous, heavenly world look like?   What is my version of Utopia?  Appreciation, gratitude, respect, kindness, compassion, mercy, love.   The greatest of these is Love.  What's love got to do with it?  

Safety, Prosperity, Comfort, Nature, Laughter, Good conversation, Music, Internet, Good Food, a Healthy and Vibrant body and Exercise, Enough Sleep, Libraries, and Hobbies.  Relationships, Friendship, Love.   Motivation, a Goal, Service, Feeling useful and helpful and valuable.   That's really about it!!

Paradise, Heaven, Utopia, Nirvana, Bliss

God is One.  Kelli (Kells, Keli) thinks I'm (also, sometimes) DAE, Darren Devore, Justin Furstenfeld, and Ace Young.   I don't really know wtf is up.  I think of myself as having different aspects, not being freaking possessed, or (as she says) "stepped into."  Just treat me as Jesse Lawrence Teshara, alright?    Don't talk through me, to some imagined entity, like I'm some different person.   I don't really know who these people are.  

I get it.   There's madness, and roles, and shifting identities.   There's acting, and being demon-possessed, and self-control.   There are changing facial expressions, and voice-intonations, and variation.    Everybody evokes, reminds people of other people.   There are multiple personalities, and integrating your "shadow."  There are vessel-bodies and Seers who are sometimes God-beings with righteous anger.  It's a mad world.   There's a lot to be mad at.  OAT, objects and things (Obs & Thgs).

Compassion for demons is called for, in my view.

All in all is all we are - Nirvana.    Now Everybody's Me - Dead Milkmen.    Every single one of us, the devil Inside - INXS.    God has the Devil in Him,  The Devil has God in Him.    People are people, so why should it be, you and I should get along so awfully? - Depeche Mode.   Can't we all just get along? - Rodney King.    Maybe we all SHOULD talk through each other, to everybody else, all the time!   In loving you, I love all.  - The Art of Loving (Erich Fromm).   It's a wide, weird, wonderful world of wild, wacky, wondrous (wo)men!   I'm a they.   We're all plural.  We're both our mothers and fathers, so we're both male and female, in a sense, too.  It doesn't make much sense to shoot at myself!   I am you as you are me as we are all together, now ( - I am the walrus, Beatles).   

Noise, sound, sonic, auditory:  Good Noise, Bad Noise, Neutral Noise/ Just Noise, vs. Silence or Music...  odd-itory noyz for a sound mind! 

Thursday, May 1, 2025

Empathic Telepath or Psychopathic Sociopath?

 Yahweh's way

No way! way!  Weigh?  230.  whey? yes.   The fifth faith of my father.   My father has the weight of a feather.   Oversitting an understanding.  Shitting on shortie.  A gander at Zander Anderson.  DAD and MOM, dumb and dumber, I'm with stupid, monk or mystic, the unsound mind of a way without words, and silent transmission, and the sound of silence.  Paying rupees to stupid cupid from Jupiter.  G-D, Ground or Dirt.  Earth, heart, hater, the AR.  Sister, SIS.  Snakes in Suits, in sweet Suites.  Satanic sinners, hissing, and slithering, in the sibilant soil and sod.  G-D, getting dirty.  God or Deity, 8 or 9, infinity or love, good day mate.  JLT, jilted and jolted?  KJS, K s.j..  Jesse and Kelli, juicy kalian?  Joy Love and Truth.   Kindness Justice and Service.   Kelli Jean Simpson.  Square, Triangle, Star of David.  squares and angels and dirt (sod).   Saudade about sodomy with Saddam in the sod.   The ant fart thing is floccinaucinihilipilificationism.  JK Rowling, killjoy, King James, and Kay Jay Kentucky.  Other fun facts to throw in your blender:   'Set' has 580 separate meanings, in the OED (Oxford English Dictionary).   The Set set.  God Set, part of my name (Arahset, backwards).  Set-trippin'.  The next OED will be complete by 2037, it is estimated.  It has 600,000+ words, from a volcanic rock to a South American beetle (aa to zyzzyva).   Fun fact: the Tamil language has 247 letters.   DE I TY, 999.  I LO VE, 99.   Yada yada.   Bada boom.  Boop a doop.   Ho ho ho.  Doh!   Blended?  Delicious!

Jesse Teshara and 'shajarah' (arabic). John Tesh, Jetta, Tejava tea.   Mark, Glover, and Jack are some famous Teixeiras.   Teshara is a fictional night elf druid.   'jess' is a falconry strap.  'jessant' is issuing forth (like a plant from the soil).  'jester' is a professional joker or "fool" in a medieval court (they play the fool, but are smart about it, because they can't offend the king!).    And, of course, little old me.  Jess.  Blogger, philosopher, dog walker, deity.   Son, brother, uncle, friend...   nephew, cousin, roommate, husband, foe.   Well, not really.   Sometimes I don't like someone. 

Hallelujah.   Allah lieu Jah.  (All alujah, Some-alujiah, Few-aluyah, None-alooya)  

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Rhyme Crime, Serpent Turpitude, and Evil Evelyn

Shout at the Devil, Yell at Hell

Hell's bells, a din of sin, wake the wicked.

Fill the form in triplicate; Your evil needs approval.

Sinful son with my hotter daughter

Sex with ex, meeting for cheating?  adultery cult of dolts and insults!

Go rape an ape!  Go fuck a duck!  Copulate and populate

Hunger for anger, thirst for the worst, need for deeds, aching for snake

Slay a gay, kill a mil, murder a herder, subliminal criminal

Corrupt, raptured

Wholly Holy and Profoundly Profane

 some word to your Mother Earth

Oodles of poodles eating noodles in the nude, dude.    Tons of guns, hon.   Many pennies for Kenny.    Drinking Henny at Dennys.   Jesus pleases.   Holy goalies.  Awkwardly playing soccer and hockey.  We love you Jesus, whoever you are.   No one knows Jesus, anymore.   If someone doesn't like you, they have a problem with themselves.   Who needs truth when you've got fun.  Schizophrenics are plugged into networks.   Telepaths have their fun.   Jack jacked into Jaqueline's jacket.  Witches and pagans are evil and wicked sinners who violently beat, torture, rape, murder, cook, and eat innocent victims!   You are free to believe anything you wish, and say anything, too.   It's a free country.    It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world.   I'm so angry I'm insane.    So mad I'm mad.    Resentment is hypnotic, a tool of power and control.  Mad magazine and Psychology Today and other magazines, too (Guns and Ammo?).   Better to pray than prey.   Better a burger than an Alan Ginsberg.   Eat meat, vegetables, and vagina.   Eat my taco.   Eat Pete?   Eat a CR burrito.  (Chile relleno).   I miss camp.  (Camp Royaneh).   Rocky the movie coloring book (Colorado Rockies).  ha.   FOR,  forgiveness or resentment.   AGAINST, again saint.   ain't gas.  aa gt sin.   

AG: attorney general, always good, al gore, army general, American gods, amazing grace, etc.

Tuesday, April 29, 2025

Trump says Ripped Off

Trump says we've been getting screwed

But EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE is part of CAPITALISM, so everyone is trying to extract the most money possible, by definition.   It's not one country vs. another.   It's everyone for themselves.   Trump himself has certainly ripped some folks off, no?   So no wonder he sees it everywhere.

Second point.   We assume he's talking about the US Trade Deficit ("ripped off" is a weird expression... like a coupon ripped off a magazine, or a bandaid, or even a head off a body or something).   The trade deficit has 3 causes, according to Nigel Green, online journalist:   (1) Overconsumption, (2) Underinvestment in productivity, and (3) Fiscal policies that favor spending over saving.     So, in other words, not China.

Well, I'm not the President.   I hope he's right, and the pain is temporary, and the globe comes out stronger for it in the long-term.  They say he's an idiot, because he bankrupted a freaking casino, which everyone knows are money-machines.   But he's richer than me.   I hope he proves everyone wrong.   He's got professional consultants to advise him, like say the CIA, or ambassadors from the Vatican, or God knows what.

Take a geodonald.   play a Trump-et.   Create liquidity at the John.   Shit, I dunno.

today is fentanyl awareness day:

overdoses are rising? don't incarcerate, but ensure proactive treatment?  Quentin is ill from fentanyl!  I'm not much help.  Just say no?  No.   Drugs, bad.   Officially rename them drughs.   Medi-sin.  Harm-aceuticals.   That's all I got.  Let there be clean water and plentiful, cheap, delicious, nutritious, healthy, ethical meals for ALL!  Amen.  

I'm an internationalist.   I think there should be one currency, no borders, no militaries, and no nuclear weapons (unless we find threatening space aliens or something).   I think there should be a free flow of people, products, and ideas in a unified system (one planet over god, with liberty and global fairness for all?).   We're already one system, but the history and politics and languages/ cultures/ religions and identities (things like olympics and soccer) seem to obviate this -what seems to me- very sensible idea, that just makes the Reality more official.   I'm not sure I care that much, though, really.   I mean, if it was up to me.  Lots of leaders and governments is probably better, with democracies for granular constituencies, keeping everybody involved and happy.   A lot of people would be unhappy if the whole world forbade abortion, for example.    Not me.   But many.

Friday, April 25, 2025

Embrace Life!

Love Everyone and Everything

Life is short, we're all the same, enjoy life if you can, love God

The devil is a piece of shit, but he she it needs love, too, and Every Single One of Us, the devil inside 

SO

embrace life, pain, torture, suffering, stupid concepts, ignorance, delusion, misery, depression, poverty, hate, war, violence, crime, evil, death, sickness, cruelty, torment, sadness, grief, tears, boredom, nausea, irritation, discomfort, wickedness, sin, depravity, brutality, savagery, ruthlessness, unfairness, injustice, aging, infirmity, deterioration, fate, slavery, confusion, aggravation, murder, rape, cannibalism, assault, theft, turpitude, corruption, vice, villainy, monstrosity, diabolism, disrespect, lies, cheating, rudeness, harm, unhealthiness, scorn and contempt, callousness, selfishness, disregard, disdain, and abuse.   In a word, embrace Hell.   If you're going through hell, keep going.

Life is also good.  Bad can be good from another perspective.  But there are universally loved things like pleasure, comfort, laughter, friendship, good conversation, good food, new experiences, safety, health, bliss (meditation? drugs? winning?), money, libraries, zoos, museums, music, good movies, surfing your favorite things on the internet, exercise endorphins, getting out into nature, good dreams, cool things, and of course Nirvana.  

A thinking person shouldn't like the expression It's All Good, but if you're in a frame of mind, it is and can be.   You can even accept your own torture and death.    Which is insane.   But insanity can be good, too.    Suicide is so goddamned sad.  Reality can be so freaking amazingly good.  It's a bittersweet symphony.

I mean, you shouldn't seek out suffering, bad, hell, or crime.   But you should understand it.    If you hate the sin, you should still love the sinner.  We've all been there.   A virtuous life should grok evil, in order to fight it with compassion.  Love is the answer.   God is love, love is a man of war, war is the art of deception, god in the Bible is a killer, and so maybe from God's perspective it really is All Good.  

Is Hell the Devil's Heaven? 

I earnestly pray we all enjoy life, with minimal suffering, and live good lives with good deaths.   Kindness is so much better than cruelty, in my book.   But there is a need for some cruel to be kind, in the right measure.   And it's not black and white.   Evil things like murder can be protecting your family, or theft can be feeding the homeless, or pain necessary for healing, or even torments necessary for Enlightenment.   The suffering of animals for meat deliciously relieves the hunger of (often tormented) carnivores, too.  Vegetarianism might be better.   I don't know.   Just don't torture yourself.

skink skanks and hare whores and rutting rats and slutty mutts.   Nature doing the birds and bees.

Embrace wordplay!  A bride named Bridget.  Withering Heights at the White House.   Ant anticipation.  Miso and the sound of a flavor.   Cicadas make it sound hot.  African Americans in Alchoholics Anonymous.  Early early:  early voting, early in the morning.  Put your seat on the seat.  Peach without a pit, so therefore with a pit.   Helped or hindered with my hamper.  Pentacles, pentagrams, and the pentagon.  Penthouse and repenting and gabapentin.   I ingest, and then it's in Jess T, I actually say (not in jest).    Mom sings, you made a meal out of me, and came back for more.   Don't treat me like beverage.    I may be a tall drink of water, but I'm pissed.   Said the criminal at the urinal.   Create your own religion, from All and None (Allah and nun).   If religion is hypnosis, I have to say it's hip to be square, but not hip to not have a sis.    Dim, does it matter?   Are you kind?  truthful?   Or a lying killer?  I kill bugs, I eat meat.  That's the truth.    The whole truth, so help me, God, about me, is pretty much this blog.   U2 on YouTube.    Resentment is hypnotic, to control.    Does The Dark run the world?  Philosophers eat their Phil.   You are what you eat, and the vicious drink the viscous.  The kind eat Kind bars.   Hough says enough rough stuff!   There is no weird.   Everyone is weird.   Weird is normal.    There's a kind of conformity of rebellion.  Keep Portland weird.   There's a lot of queers.  Strange brew, kill what's inside of you.  Unusual fusion restaurant.  Normal dormitory, and regular integuments.  Inferior interiors, average beverages, superior beer, and supreme pizza.  Excellent tex-mex.  The perfect prefect!  Perfect Smurfs play nerf on astroturf.   The bizarre bar has a lizard-wizard hissing on it's nazi sound system.   Flatulent mom (wuthering mother?) in the Windy City.  Respect my pecs!  Worship on a warship.  Guided by God.   Praise the pros.   Eyes on the prize, guys - pres.   Goal, Objective, Desire-  Defense, Safety, Security, Health, Wealth, Freedom, Peace, Love, Happiness.   Truth, Justice, and the American Way.  Let there be light, said God at the comedy club.   Levity from Levi.  Some GODS:  Love should Grow Or Deepen.   God is a Group Dynamic.   Ghost of D.    God's Daughter - and b.s. about a bad son.   Bad boys, bad boys.  Elon, Revlon, and LeBron.   Going on and on about dodos, bam-bam, ho-ho's, bebe, and wawa pedals in la-la land.   Wearing a BCBG dress at CBGB's gives me the heeby-jeebies.   Twitchy Mitchell at Winchell's with his rich witch bitch friends.   Bobo plays bongos on a pogo stick for Didi and Cece and Fifi.  Eggs, ugh - Yoked to the yolk.  Spam about spewing sperm.  Pouring boring chlorine on the flooring.  God is good.  Devil is evil.  Words are weird.   Silence is golden.  A sound mind annoys?  I'll be calm and still when I'm dead.  The meditator is one with a dead universe.  

Here's a joke:  Mommy, mommy, where do babies come from?   From storks.   But mommy, who fucks storks?        

Why do Mormon women stop having babies at 35?   Because 36 is just too damn many.       

An Englishman, Irishman, and Scotsman were drinking together in a pub.   The Englishman says, The pubs in England are the best.   You can buy one drink and get a second for free.  The Scotsman replied, "aye, that's quite good, but in Scotland you can buy one pint and get two for free!   Your pubs sound fine, the Irishman agreed, but they are not as good as the pubs in Ireland.  In Ireland, you can buy one pint, get another 3 for free, and then get taken into the back room for a shag."   The Englishman and Scotman both nod and say "You can't beat that!  Did it ever happen to you?"   No, the Irishman replied, "but it happens to my sister all the time."

How many Christians does it take to change a lightbulb?   charismatic- Just one.  Hands are already up in the air.    Roman Catholic- Zero.  candles are preferred.  Pentecostal-  Ten.    One to change the bulb, nine to pray against the lord of darkness.  Christian Scientist-  Zero, though it takes at least one to sit and pray for the old one to go back on.  Calvinist- Zero.  God has predestined when the lights will go on.  Episcopalian- Ten.  One to change the bulb and 9 to say how much they like the old one.  Mormon- Six.  One man to change the bulb, 5 wives to tell him how to do it right.  Baptist- At least 20.  One to change the bulb, 3 committees to approve the change, and 1 to bake the casserole.  Lutheran- Zero.  Sorry, but Lutherans don't believe in change.  Atheists- One.  But they are still in darkness.  Unitarian- We choose not to make a statement either in favor of, or against, the need for a lightbulb.  However, if in your own journey you have found that lightbulbs work for you, you are encouraged to create a poem or modern dance about your personal relationship with lightbulbs, and present it next Sunday when we will explore a number of lightbulb traditions including incandescent, fluorescent, halogen, compact fluorescent, low pressure sodium, and LED, all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence.

God kills.   2,821,364.    Thou shalt not kill.  Thou shalt not be a hypocrite.   Only God is good.   Only the good get to Heaven.   God is a man.   A man of war.   The art of deception.  The lord of lies.  Just a thought.   KBG syndrome does not stand for Killed By God.   To kill or not to kill, that is the question.  Of course not.   Just bugs, and being a carnivore.   Thou art forgiven.  Everybody is going to hell.   Hell=death.  So I dub thee unforgiven.  Oblivion is the universal fate, regardless of morality.  Be good, anyway.   A prayer for Honesty, Fun, Love, and Understanding.   against Lies, Hate, Suffering, and Ignorance.  You only live once.   Love life.

Cheer up, Keli Jean.  Oh what does it mean.   To a daydream believer, and a homecoming queen.   Oh the overwhelming, neverenDING, reckless love of God.    Underwhelming?   Time keeps on ticking ticking ticking into the future.   Is not time infinite?  On and on.   Why reckless?  Unrequited love.  Pain in return for self-sacrifice.   Or something.  I don't know.   Christianity is weird.   DING, devil is not god.    God is a safe driver.   Wreck-less.   If God is omniscient, he has made all mistakes.   He's climbed all the learning curves.  He's been through hell.   I wish I had a God computer.   Ask anything!  42?

God as G overdose.   Gamma HydroxyButyric acid.  Or God as Go! D!   Go get em D!

More godly wRodplay-   Do as I say not as I do.   Knot as I do.  I do says who.  You, boo.  The kangaroo at the zoo said moo.   That's new, said Sue.  A few jews want to woo you too.  The CIA coup crew (boo!) had to deal with poo like two prude jewish losers like Stupid and Cupid.   Cupid married the two kewpie dolls, Merrily Married Mary and Connubial Connie.  Stupid Stu.  Smart Art.   Stewart and Arthur.   Dumb bums with smart bombs.  Intelligent elephants and Retarded aardvarks.  Dental Alan is mentally challenged.  Brilliant villains read books about crooks.  Genius you've seen, yes?  The aftermath of that path was a bloodbath, Horvath!   Huey Lewie and Dewey ate chewy gooey brownies with Growney.   Clowns go down in the ground.  Rounds found down on the ground, clown.  Zounds!  The sounds of found towns.  My ways are not your ways, says Yahweh.  At the risk of being politically incorrect, God sounds like a devil, the devil, a demon.   Metallica sings Am I Evil?   God says, I AM.   Kids in the Hallelujah.  Restless and reckless.  Alive and in love.  Dead in bed on meds because Jed fed Ned's red head lead.   Zed bedded Ted.  Hoboes playing oboes.  Trump playing the trumpet.  Clinton on sax (sucks? blows?).   Sex with six, wearing my socks.   Sikh psych is sacred, for fuck's sake.   Sheikhs bake cakes, and shake their snakes.   God asked the devil to take him to that fake lake, with the ire and fire and old tires stuck in the muck and mire and dire pyres for liars selling spires to buyers in choirs.  Ask Obama's mama.  Driving my Scion in Zion.   Toys and Toyotas:  the difference between men and boys is the price of their toys (and if they remember Boys2Men).    Hovey loves his SUV.  Duv loves the glove compartment, guv.   Coven above!  Satan states his hate for Kate.  But Nate and Bill Gates ate dates and stated, "It is our fate to wait for that late date, mate."   The Big Kahuna communed with the little menehune.   Big Bird on tv in Little Rock.   Big Ben and Chicken Little.  The bigger n- with the tiny heinie beat up the honkey's donkey with a horseshoe, of course (who?!?).  That's offensive, said pensive Mensans.   I'm sorry, said Mata Hari.   I apologize, said Paul to the guys.  My bad, said dad to the mad lad.   All good, said the hood in the woods (if he could).  The trees please me.   The plants make me want to dance.   Hannibal's animals are delicious, nutritious, and fun to eat.   Birds drop turds, but their calls are a ball.  Don't demonize the democrats.   Republican reputations.   Dems and reps.   A reputation for repetition.  Over and over again.  Pushing buttons and stimulus-response and getting reactions, gr.   Routines and computerized teens, cum, and eyes.   Machines with a shiny sheen.  Tools for cruel fools who like sparkly dark sharks.    Gone Over Dead.   All over, if you're always under.   A roll in the hay, and a role- hey.   The resident president says to go lez again.  The update on Updike.  Have sex with calves necks?  Huh?  Enjoy your life with a boy or a wife, and kiss the missus, or go fuck a duck!  Awful offal in the wonderful down under.   Amazing grace and horrifying whores.  Good times with Bad Valerie, but good god, what a bad bed!  Virtuous Birch trees and Sinful bins of zinfandel.   Monsters in the dumpster and strange angels, at home on the range.   Reality is all the God there ever is;  It's all good!  Even torture in an orchard, Richard?  What?!   Well... hell smells, pain can be insane, and is no fun for anyone.  But Burt shouldn't hurt, and delight shouldn't be winning a fight with spite, but tasty bites are quite right,  as well as nights with a tight white sprite of the right height!  Treasure your pleasure, and enjoy leisure without seizures.   Smile for miles, and sing a song about ping pong.   Rhyme about your time sucking limes with mimes.   Paupers eating poppers.   Homos spouting homonyms.  Littering the internet with alliteration.   Farting assonance.  Poetic emetics and diuretics and diabetics and Dianetics.   

Wordplay and nerd pay.  Birds like jays.  Purred, k.  Absurd ways.  Kurds in May.   Heard, say.   Purdue pay.   Murdered gays.  Lurid, nay.  Inured to lil Ze.   girded with fe.  furs and rays.   Urdu, yay!

Tropes about the Pope-  Francis went to France and San Francisco with friends.   The Pope used PayPal with his people to buy puppies and pipal, and got pep from his pipe, too, pop.  Ah, poop.   Il Papa got ill.  I like it when you call me Big Papa.   It's time to get ill.  You be illin.   Chillin' like a villain.   Rope-a-dope and soap on a rope?  I  can barely cope with a Pope with hope, but a moping dope?  Nope.   Father was a bother?  A beastly priest from the East that's iced Christ? A cleric named Eric? A cardinal that's a card?  That's hard.  A tard?!  Guards!  A yard garden is a place to pardon.   The bard says something about fardels.  A cardinal that eats sardines with teens, or likes nuns, hon.  Christ the robber did a heist-jobber with his crew of two new blue jews, dude.   Thanks, Hank!  Go spank your monkey, you funky junky.   Cock talk with the jock in a frock-  I protest!  I am not addicted to dick!  I like fine wine and vagina.  Heaven in a Chevy.   Hell in a Cadillac Deville.  Home in a Honda.  There in a rare Bel-Air.  Certainly hurtin' for pleasure, treasure, and azure leisure.   Okay, I guess.  OK?   How are you?   Well, fine, and good!  I'm swell, nifty, rootin'-tootin'.   Convict victim, convictim.   Rootin' for the rotten, and voting for the veteran I met at the Vatican.   I can't AV (audio-video).  I can't V, a (vampire, ace).   AI can't V (artificial intelligence).   a vic ant (an aunt named Vicki).  avian ct (birds in Connecticut).   ana vict (a victim of or named Anna).   An ICA tv (television at my mom's high school, immaculate conception academy).   Ani on California television.  And finally, last but not least, cat in a v.  Mm, cat.   Eat some pussy.  Just kidding.  A cat named Ivan?  Tina acv.  Ain't actual cash value.  Act vain!!   Vanicta, sounds like a drug.   Nacitav, what god is to dog.   CIA V ant.  Bug, insect, creepy-crawly.   Hormiga ont-ology.  Yes, we know, we're less than ant farts.  We need a lyrical spiracle miracle.

Hormiga - amiga hor (as in whore moans).  Friends with whores.  Authentically bent.  Bookish hooker, poetic prostitute says: Shat on and spat upon.  Literally hit with spit on my tit.   Bucks for sucks.  The witty kitty says, Get fit, pop your zits, and hit it, for a bit.  Let's get you ardently hard in the yard.  Fuck me, Huck.   Fill my bum with cum.  I'll lick your dick, then I want to hear the sound of you pounding me.  You can come all over the place, but it's yum on my face.  You can cum on my tum.  Squirt on my shirt.   Dirty demon semen or immaculate ejaculate, I don't care.  Love me from above, love me with gloves.   I need your seed.  Rock me with your jock cock.  You haunt me, I want you.  You're the fave I crave.  I'm yours for hardcore and more!  Call me anytime, I'm yours for a dime.  You can have amazing lays for days.  If you miss me, kiss me.  Baby, you can glug glug my jugs.  More bounce for the ounce.  Slap my ass, pappy.   

Barry the hairy fairy doesn't want to marry Mary, but would prefer to wed Ed.   Sexy Lexi got hot on a yacht, but her man Dan wants a quant named Tawney.  Messy Jesse wants smelly Kelli?  Not!  Touchy-feely with Keli!   Neat Pete likes the scent of gents like Kent or Quentin, but Jess likes -guess- (yes!).   Girls with curls and pearls!  Pretty witty kitties.

At home with a tome in Rome.   Comfortably numb.  Bookish with hookers.  And tired of ire.   Be happy with crap in a nappy, Pappy.  Love life, love your wife, even when rife with strife, and praise God, even if He's dazed in the sod, or if the lord is bored with more, or if your universe is puny.   Raise Todd and praise God.  God's body has wads... of modern hot rods.  King Fahd and Father Dodd ate cod with a nod to the POD (prince of darkness).  Life is good, like a wooden fife in Haifa.  Time is for rhyming, making dimes, biting limes, and maybe fighting crime, putting the slime with the mimes on prime-time.  Would you rather work with a knife or cipher?  Bad guise.   Taking out the trash that bash, smash, steal cash, gash and dash, lash, and deserve to gnash their teeth, beneath.   Neil Gaiman wrote a short story about hell ('Other People').  

The (good?) thing(s) about Torture:  (a) it's an opportunity to see how tough you are, (b) it creates empathy and compassion for the pain and sufferings of others, (c) when it's over, there's relief AND you appreciate the joy more (neutral stimulus becomes positive).    As Beavis and Butthead said, It's cool that things suck, because if things didn't suck the other things wouldn't be cool (or something).  Heh heh heh.                  Still, you're an idiot if you think extreme pain is Good (desirable, I mean).   The virtue of pain is it evolved to tell us when our bodies are hurt and need things like care and time to heal.  Couldn't we just get an indicator light or something, lol.   I read that the worst torture was tattooing the entire body.  Very few survived.   At least sadists get some pleasure out of it.   Mentally ill psychopaths that get a kick out of the idea of burning someone they don't like in hell (Sheol, lake of fire) for all of eternity, for example.   The threat can help society, but that's about it, in my book.   Also, if the military needs to get information that saves an entire city or something, then I imagine the benefit of something like waterboarding outweighs the cost (suffering, evil).    People can be so cruel, though.   Shit like the rack and thumbscrews and truly excruciating savagery, from crucifixion to getting your tongue cut out to abacination.  Sleep well, children.

Folks are spiteful, resentful, malicious, cruel, and sadistic.   They need revenge and justice and retribution and blood.  No grace, no mercy.  Demons torture the good until they are angry, hateful, enraged, wrathful, and furious.   It starts with petty torments and keeping people perpetually irate.  Can't we all just get along?  Why should it be, you and me should get along so awfully? boom boom boom.  (-from Depeche Mode, remember?  People are People, so...)  Politics and media capitalize on sensationalism, if it bleeds it leads, and victimization/blame.   I can imagine a torturer saying, no pain, no gain.  Ha.  What a sense of humor.  Misery loves company.   Vampire demons are made, not begotten.  W.   Bloodthirst reproduces and self-perpetuates, seems to be the metaphor.   The bitten then must bite.   Disputes, feuds, tensions, and rivalries can practically persist perpetually.   Oh joy.

Missouri loves company.   Les Miserables.   Misery (movie).    Three's Company.  Electric Company.  The Company You Keep.  Come hump any? lol.

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Good Speech

God is good, and the word was God

What does the Bible say about swearing?  And what does the dictionary say about Evil vs. Wicked?

Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer everyone.  -Colossians 4:6

You meet people where they are.   If you're talking to sailors, well then use salty language!

Cussing is therefore not prohibited per se.  It’s not the word itself, it’s how you use it.   You can use regular words sinfully, and swear words in a fun way, meaningful way, useful way for conveying an important idea or message.

God doesn’t care.

Just be kind, gracious, respectful.

Say what you mean, mean what you say, and don’t be mean while you say it…


You are cautioned against profanity.   Anything harmful or unwholesome.   Like foolish talk or dirty jokes.   Edifying and gracious is good.  

geez, just have fun talking, and try not to bother people.   Say enough, not too much or too little.   That's what I think.   Silence is golden, sometimes.


Is there a difference between evil and wicked? not to me, no.

   some people might think you can be one but not the other. 

Connotation and denotation?   Eve was evil and Wick was wicked?

The definitions in my Chambers dictionary are, 

   evil- bad, mischievous, very disagreeable, angry, harmful, very unpleasant, unfortunate

   wicked- evil in principle or practice, ungodly, vicious, cruel, spiteful, very bad, offensive

Evil smells and wicked good beer, for example.

Synonymous, ha.   Put the sin in "sin"onyms.  

Sin upon sin, cinnamon upon raisins.   Syntax in synagogue.

Evil, piled high up to heaven, rotting stench permeating the whole of creation.


Dictionaries define words objectively, with denotations and connotations.

But words are received subjectively, and could mean anything to anyone.


Sin is anything you don't like, or if you don't like that definition, anything God doesn't like.

Yom HaShoah

Holocaust Remembrance Day


It’s spooky to say happy HaShoah.   But I hope your day is pleasant, in any case.   

Why did Hitler hate Jews?  Why did Germany fall in line?  


I guess he never met any Jews he liked.  And he believed racists without questioning them.  And was basically a homicidal maniac.  And found it expedient for power, I guess.   Maybe he thought Christ wanted him to.   Or the trope that Jews control everything, and are therefore responsible for everything bad.   Personally, I don’t like the concept of thinking your people are the chosen elect of an all-knowing, almighty God (at the implied expense of everyone else).

He definitely didn’t like the jewish commandment that Thou Shalt Not Kill.   Put simply, Hitler was a demon.   He demonized Jews, so maybe we shouldn't demonize him?   Well, let's just say he was bad.   Not the nicest guy.  A hater.  A depraved, evil, monster.   Fricking wicked.  Just about everyone agrees, if there's a Hell, he's there.   This guy was a sick fuck.


People hate themselves, and hate life, and are full of resentments, and life seems meaningless and absurd, and people want, need harm, pain, death, suffering, misery, revenge.   The devil stokes this.  Some people like war (warlocks?).   One match can cause burn an entire forest, and likewise years of kindness, compassion, love, and happiness can be obviated by an insane demon out for blood.   And some philosophers even justify mass murder on the basis of stupid arguments like overpopulation or people being nonhuman or -in the German case- liebensraum (a need for living space).


Genocide, the killing of a race, that is to say an entire class of human beings, (well, attempted anyway, not achieved thank goodness), is still a problem in different parts of the world.  I imagine it’s a problem among uneducated and ignorant people, who believe what they’re told, are easily swayed by hateful populists, and think groups of people are evil, and aren’t just like them, in fact.  


6 million jews were killed.   And others, too, in the concentration camps.  Piles of bones, like in Cambodia.  Incinerated to dust in ovens.  Systematically, industrially, efficiently, and apparently without much compunction.   I read Maus.  I recommend.  Books are good.   Books are fucking amazing.   Try understanding other people, instead of burning the wisdom and creativity of other minds.  


We learned about human nature.   About our capacity for evil.  Stupidity, malice, social control, and scapegoating and vulnerability.   We learned about the power of madness and resentment.  How religion and politics don’t always make for polite dinner table conversation.   And absolute fucking horror. 


Forgiveness is a tall order, but necessary, I think.  It has to come individually, from compassion, understanding, and the desire to end a cycle of violence, retaliation, and ongoing misery.   It’s tempting to want to say We do not forgive, and we do not forget, before you murder every last perpetrator, with malice, hate, and even cruelty.  We all have issues.   Can’t we all just get along?   Actually, yes, I think. 


It’s scary to think how rationally the insanity was carried out.   Seal sang we’re never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy.  It’s good to understand each other, even (and especially) the insane.  God bless.