The Message Column

Commercials

I love commercials with pop up sprites and actors hamming it up. The more actors and crew on the commercial, the better I like it. Well, not always. But that does help.

Pretty much don't like health commercials. I find it unhealthful to be constantly reminded of disease and all the symptoms that bad-drugs cause.

I think it would be good to return to a time when pharmaceutical companies don't have commercials.

I would enjoy being able to opt out of all commercials for drugs.

I especially dislike the litany of disease that always come during these.

I find it troubling and unhealthful. It's a form of constant badgering, like the drug companies are trying to suggest diseases for people to have.

8:08 P.M.
Nov 12, 2015

It's not a real lion.
It's just a windup lion.
I don't like it, it's
troubling to me.
The way that it barks.
It doesn't roar.
It's not a real line.
Why would the people
find it amusing
see it as a virtue
when it's cheepness and chintzze
is off with a rinse
hosing down the willing.
somebody else
maybe they think it's assault
all that caked mud suddenly flowing again
joyous clean
of angels singing
dark duty, 
scrub a dub dub
it's not a real lion at all
hose it down
clean it off
they love it too much when that mud flows
it's the death of too many
off with the top of it.

 
 

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♥♥🖑Cops🖐♥♥

      

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Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

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      spinning, but not this line.
     
spin me a yarn neon
spin me a yarn neon
spin me every where but not here!
   photo pile!
   
 Done That!
 
 Do it again: words and lyrics by Brian and Mike
 
 
 They'll be no Mike Love bashing on my website . . . 
  dang tartting.
 
 Do it again is one of the most amazing of songs
 for very many reasons, from the performance of it,
 or it's conception as a dew-waup rock song.
 
 And the performance by The Brother's Band, 
 and how it plays live, in concernt, how it sounds
 
 Amazing.
 
 Such a masterpiece.
 
 The music draws one into the mood of group dancing.
 
 

 At the coffee shop
where she fell  in love
oh ho
oh ho
at the coffee shop
we had to stop
it wasn't because she wanted to talk
we did enough of that
on the road
oh ho
At the coffee shop
where she made me stop
and a coming storm
it wasn't to keep warm
where she had
fallen
in love
where she had 
fallen 
in love

And I didn't know
if he were there
and I couldn't tell
in anyone 
knew her
or was she just a blur?
didn't cause a stir

At the coffee shop
she made me stop
at a highway side
rooftop
overview
of trucks and cars
and interstate 
from near to far

at the coffee shop
she'd
fallen
in love

At the coffee shop
she'd 
fallen 
in love

And I wondered
where is he now?
He got away
as I will today
And I dropped her off
and went on my  way.
    
   
 

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Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

It's not a protest, it's a tantrum

Those kids in Missouri weren't protesting, they were having a temper tantrum. We'll listen to what you have to say if it's something real. Other than that we don't understand why you have to keep repeating yourself.

Oh, those crazy kids . . . We send them to college and hope that they grow up. Sometimes they get lost in the conformity of false fellowship. Yes, protests are a wonderful right. But the fact is that a trantrum is not a protest but a social rave.

I'm not against raves. And I don't mind a little cage fight if it's done safely. and no one gets hurt. Ya, right. But really, I'm not a fan of the blood sports. As far as protests go? Sometimes, in our modern age, they are necessary. They ought not turn into blood sport, or inserection.

But these kids in the petri dish of college who think that they are part of some new and starling revolution of thought and action, are often enthralled by poison mentors. The students who are most conformist perhaps are the ones most susceptible the the charms of an angry pitbull adjunct adgitater. Often there is a claim to some kind of radicalism. Well, radical used to mean different and startling. Now it seems to be a synonym for reactionary and excitible bully. This is not something that is good for a resume. Tagging someone as a radical or a Marxist is not a nice thing to do to them. It's not a fun thing to be tagged as that kind.

Hopefully it's just a crazy-Spring kind of phase for them, and the person grows past it. It's not that radical ideas are often wonderful, but the addiction to heroism and the urge to 'change the world' before you even know anything about it, and you are really just play the rube for some professor doing a Social Science experiment and trying to influence the Politics of the students in their charge.

You will come to loath your poison mentors. It might take 20 or 30 years, but eventually you will see it. After that you need to forgive them for your own sack if you had come under their spells, or adhered to the curses that they showered upon you (calling it effective procedure and guidance to effect change).

You will see how they have played you, got you to lash out at strangers. You will understand how the injustice that they claimed was actually just their imagination. It isn't that there isn't real injustice, it just that not everything that everyone does is that.

And as for real injustice? There is still so much of it. But you are blind, race baiters, blind. The same bad stuff that happens to a Black person happens to everyone. The same kind of loathing, the same kind of hurt and sarrow and feelings of helplessness. We are all the same and it's a privledge to be alive in the world and please stop blaming people who you don't know and never met. We didn't object when your parents generation were put in line in front of us. If they didn't do well by you, if they raised you in a gettho, what was the real reason for that? What was the real reason?

Drugs? Alchohol? Human Vice? None of this is specific or limited to Blacks. And do you think that non Blacks don't feel just as sad about hearing about a Black kid getting gunned down as any other? If you claim this isn't true, that people are still like they were fifty years ago, you are just not paying attention. Stuff that should have been left buried in the past, the resntements from the 1930's and 1940's, when the whole world was under the cloud, are dredged back up and projected upon a new generation, a gerneation that never did any of those things.

Oh, and by the way, careful if when you 'fight for justice' that it doesn't just end up being a case of common assault and battery. When you are girded with the rethoric of battle, and nose flaring hateful jingo, and not listening but reciting hateful chanting of mocking and derision, intimindation and dominance, that is not a protest but a tantrum!

If you can't be civil in a free-speach 'safe zone' then where can you be civil? If you need a 'Blacks only safe space' to get over the 'micro agressions' of other 'races', well then, you probably can't get past your anger and loathing and resentment against Whites and others.

And is it because you are Black? No. It's because you are a hormonal kid whose listening to poison mentors who, instead of telling you to see the good in others, and look past the race, meanwhile not being ignorant of it, but proud of who you are. And proud of who they are. And proud of God for putting you in the world together so that you can get to know each other and work together and do great things. So Praise the Lord for that! That is the kind of stuff that a good mentor will tell you: see the commonality and celebrate teh differences. Love people.

An example of 'jerk' behavior by a 'protestor' in a 'free speach safe zone'

As far as the new jingo of 'micro agression' and other ad hominem nonsense phrases that make concise some powerful fallacy, get over it. When you are being an agressive jerk you get like with like. What they call 'micro agreesion' some of us might call 'snark'.

If you behave as a bully of course others are going to call you on your foolery. Some might see showing up to protest with just jingo and conformism as mocking the causes of social justice. With so many important one might expect that the protestors would have had important things to say. I can almost give a direct quote by one of the 'protestors' who was badgering the photographer, who was also a journalism student at that same college, at the 'safe zone' debacle, with the poison mentor angry-woman professora (who called for 'muscle'):

"looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one.
looks like you lost this one."

We get words of intimidation instead of erudite expressive discourse and good ideas. The guy seems to be a master bully, boaster, and intimidator. He had a minute of fame where a lot of people could hear his words and that is how he wasted it.

But he's young. He can change. His life isn't over. Nor should it be ruined by his interlude of bullying. He can learn to not be that way.

That's why he's at school, to learn things? Right? Clearly he has a lot to learn.

And if he asked me, what should he learn?

Learn kindness. Learn tollerance. Learn nonviolence not just in the physcical world but also in the world of ideas. Learn respect. Learn how to love. Learn how to get past the fallacies of race, and learn to work within the world of those who can not without being a bully towards them. Some people can't get over it, and they go on with it. You don't have to call them out for every time they act out. They have their own issues and you just make it worse by demanding sainted behavior from them. Also, and this might be the most important part: don't just trust these mentors and professoras. Stop with all the Marxist conformity. Question Authority but accept that authority that is legitimate. And the questioning of authority doesn't happen when someone is on duty, so don't question the authority of a cop without also following that officer's direction, that authority (they are doing their jobs, a very hard job by the way and very dangerous so you can be safe in whatever zone you are in).

And if you need to confront anyone, and demand an explanation, choose someone like the poison mentor professora. But my recommendation? Leave her alone. She has a lot of work to do on her own sould, being someone to direct students to misbehave so very badly. There must have been bad things in her childhood to make her so bitter and delusional about the world to create a combat situation within a free speach zone.

Some people never get over the fallacies and delusions which get farmed by poison mentors, and fall into hateful patterns of blame. From this they create mythologies of hurt and grievance that never ends. It's cold world in their tiny space. And they make you responsibile in their explanation. It's all smack talk. And they claim to be shivvering within the tyranny of you, you breath and polute the world. Everyone else is a villian and they are sure about it. It's you who make their space so frigid.

And you can never shovel enough coal into that furnace to heat their house up as hot as they want it and if you could they'd leave the doors and windows open wide, just to spite you . And then blame you for global warming and demand that you count every carbon atom that you ever exhale and pay a tax to them for scholarships for kids who think and act and spit just like they do.

One final note: stop being so angry. You really are quite a privledged generation. And, yes, college is too expensive.

Nov 12, 2015

We sure do need a billion dollar idea.

     
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     Truck-you-later!

  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!

a new song, no title, and no tune.
I think it's called 'lyrics':

At the coffee shop
where she fell  in love
oh ho
oh ho
at the coffee shop
we had to stop
it wasn't because she wanted to talk
we did enough of that
on the road
oh ho
At the coffee shop
where she made me stop
and a coming storm
it wasn't to keep warm
where she had
fallen
in love
where she had 
fallen 
in love

And I didn't know
if he were there
and I couldn't tell
in anyone 
knew her
or was she just a blur?
didn't cause a stir

At the coffee shop
she made me stop
at a highway side
rooftop
overview
of trucks and cars
and interstate 
from near to far

at the coffee shop
she'd
fallen
in love

At the coffee shop
she'd 
fallen 
in love

And I wondered
where is he now?
He got away
as I will today
And I dropped her off
and went on my  way.

at the coffee shop
she'd
fallen
in love

At the coffee shop
she'd 
fallen 
in love
 repeat and fade off 

  well, nothing more here today.