The Message Column

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Nuclear War?

Some times I ignore the incredulous news. Everyone knows that the nuclear option is a non-option.

Fortunately I studied Orwell to a point . . . of comprehension. Propaganda verses news? How to behave in a world flooded by the medacity of willfull ideology? Expect the best. Don't believe the worst. Even when it is given as news. Especially when it is what people are alledged to have said . . .

In Venezuela they let the public starve to keep the party in power. What do they do in the United States? Why are the powers that bleed so afraid of the idea of Hillary loosing? Why are they in full-scale freak out about Syria? Why is Syria so important?

The obvious answer is, of course, any place where people live is important. People are, of course, important. And there is alledged to be much war going on in Syria, alledged because . . .well what is news and do you believe it anymore? Well, so there is a war in Syria, and there are pepole being killed daily for . . . and no one has a real answer. Who started it? Why did it happen? Who supplied the 'rebel' weapons? What countries are trying to take over? What cause is it that is served if Syria becomes something different? And a world of thralls.

In Brazil, in Argentina, they deposed the old government that had gotten so corrupt and blatent in their self-dealing that even the liberal minded populations of those places went along with throwing the mavens of cause off of their thrones.

The news that 40 million people participated in a nuclear drill seems far fetched. I guess I don't really believe it. For what purpose? To try and sway the American election?

I've seen polls on line where the question is asked if [some candidate] wins will you suppot that candidate as president or still oppose that one?

We always have a right to disagree with leadership. And we always have a right to be political in our opposition. But we don't have a right to insurrection and we still have to follow the law and apply law equally to all people. And so, if someone is unlike that and gets into a high place of powerful authoriy, and they are 'above' the law, then I believe that most people, understanding and respecting the need for equal justice under the law, would feel righteous in saying that they would not support the above the law-ness of such a candidate were that one to be the 'winner'

Expect dissolution.

8:16 AM EST

6 Oct 2016

I was up anyway . . .

El Capitan

Some years back I travelled to Yosemite a few times. What a place. Here is a link to some images of El Capitan

Censorship is just . . . wrong.

how to find Greta Van Susteren now

Where is greta now? She sitll owns one of the domain names and she has redireted it to a pet adoption web site. I have not found any new blog by her, though I haven't looked very hard.

Greta may have been purged from Faux Noose but her mug still shows up on their ap (at least it did a few days ago, I havne't gone their lately).

I took a picture of it. I'll post it here if I remember, but you get the idea.

how about an excerpt?

"Hello, this call is being monitored. Hello. Hello."

after a while, in a throathy voice 'yes.'

"You're back. you're back at the holterloam?"

"I assure you I have no clue."

"I know that. You were texting. Texting klexton."

"Klexton? You know where he is?"

"You have to take the Tinder trail. Up the side of the great big waterfall. He was seen lurking near the ledges, at the edge, teetering, like Kokopelli."

"How. . . did you get my number?"

"I've got your number, ya I do. Ha ha ha."

"You shouldn't be calling me here. I'm not supposed to have a phone in here."

"Honey, you got a phone up your . . . " the connection cuts, just briefly , oh those pesky censors ". . . and you don't even know it."

"I don't want to meet you. I told you I don't want to meet you."

"Honey, if you wanted to, I'd be dropping from the sky on a giant tether, from way on high, and you'd grab right on. You would grab right on and fly away with me. Off to the far away."

"I know where those flights go. I don't like Utah."

"Utah? How about Sunset Mountain Ocean Dessert?"

"SMOD?"

"No body calls it that."

"I can call it that."

"You're just . . . plagiarizing crap that you remember from sitcom episodes. Because if you do call it that no body is going to be, nobody is going to be, caring, at all, what f-in you f-in say. ("he put the 'f' in Effingham, if you go there, know who I am.")"

"You're ridiculous and you have to stop calling me."

And so Effertous, the guy who is on the woodland hike, finally fed up and out of control takes his cell phone and he hurls it off into the chasm, out into the fog, where it disappears. But it suddenly pops a umbilical, a para-shoot (ahh) deploys and suddenly the legs spread open, and it morphs itself into a basket, morphing as we see it. Of course it is just a cartoon. No real cell phone was ever thrown from a chasm and morphed into a balloon basket (complete with tiny little mock up furry mice, dressed as bride and groom, oh those sillies in the prop department (this part was little puppets)).

"Effertous" the phone says as it flies back to him. "You can't let go of this, this is your only link to the real world."

"Real world? Who says so?"

"Effertous, this is hardly a time for a discussion of the topic of Epistemology."

"He pissed them all off-ogy"

"Effertous. Capitulate."

And thus does the cartoon character go into a total rage, because capitulate was one of his trigger words and he lost control. But soon he's discovered that he is just a cartoon, some how, in the mayhem, and he starts drawing his own picture. The first thing: he builds a cage for the troublesome cellphone, which, in essence, is just a bird-akin-animated (by Fractacular, the robot puppet clown, and all of his troublesome minions (who live somewhere west of Colorado but East of Massachusetts, and you can't go over the date line?) Things in cartoons don't need to make sense in many ways.

The poison message must be prevented from giving it's mean effect: children need to be inoculated from hypnotic media.

aside: please note that there are many types of content. some of the content, essentially, in a cartoon, is obviously the motion. If the content is 'text' than one would like to be able to see that text without having it flying around on the screen like it can now (very easily) through the magic of browsers, markup and styles (oh my). In a cartoon, the purpose could be the 'waking up' of the aspect in a kid to not let him/her self be controlled by outside people. How would one present cartoons to children that don't just ululate, hypnotize, and then feed meanness and debauchery into their minds? The poison message must be prevented but how do we even know, or who is qualified to say, what that is? And the consequences if we get it wrong? Censorship? They'll just say it isn't for kids and the kids will want to watch it even more.

What is it that children need to learn? And would it be better to not socialize them with pablum from child-children minded who-ever-they-ares?

But we live in the real world. They say to trust. So trust we must. But who and what is that which we trust? The answers are clear if you have a moral sense. Good is magnetically attracted to good. Bad pulls to bad.

Do most people understand that their every decision leads to some inevitable next decision? If you make the choice to do something wrong then you should know that there are consequences. (they used to use the word 'sin' to say 'do something wrong', but that was linked to 'Hell' and other mythologies, and created a whole mythology of Heaven and Hell, most of which was just made up in people's heads, which is not claiming that it doesn't exist, but that it didn't have to exist. People made it up and then it existed and it couldn't have existed before that.) So if someone were a sick person who does twisted things to innocents then either they would have a sense of remorse and a moral coming back, or they would just continue without regard for others and for the culture around them. At that time someone else has to stop them.

We can look for analogies about this topic in other fields of human endeavor. Some fields claim all importance, preeminence, ruler-ship. But we all know that these virtues are of all, and they can not be claimed, but must just be manifested through good and virtuous civic behavior that respects all of the citizens and is not out on a tare to destroy some imagined political opposition.

The governance of people proceeds as the people want to be governed by the ones in charge. If egregiousness of excessive ridiculousness (people devolving into Kafka-play roles) lands on the shoulder of someone who is supposed to be an officer of the bureaucracy, and that person imagines some higher importance, even if they have a clamp down on everything and everyone, and know all, people just aren't going to put up with the procession of dominance. The one who thinks that they are the master is the biggest slave of all, and will be the most humiliated when the whole sick charade is exposed, the sides of the tent that they are in, with their twisted ways, suddenly fall to the ground, so hide the eyes of the children. Yes, please hide the eyes.

"Look mommy, the Emperor has no clothes"

"Yes, but the guy from Crude-tumber-canyon . . . has a . . . oh, cover your eyes. Cover your eyes!"

And so the sick psycho play was over and all the cartoon ants had to go home and shower-off. It was a sad day for them, too, because they realized that they could no longer cash out every Friday and saunter off to the Malls and Golf courses. They would have to eke their ways alone, through the berry wastes of the foggy-bottoms. But they don't have any of those in Canyon land so maybe they all have to move to Reno. And maybe they'll have a friend who has a chalet, (or access to a chalet) up there in the glorious Sierra, and they can yum it up with ex-child-stars (also cartoon elfs) and other pseudo-notables of the long ago.

"Yes, I used to work in the toon-shop, next to the mind-factory, near the fallacy farm, down the block from the stripe-club (called that because it is on 'the stripe?'). Club Stripe.

Club Stripe closes. They start to tear down a building. It collapses. News was the other day.

Sad ness. Sad ness at the end of the episode. Suddenly a gaint knife rips through the montage like it is a cheep art-deco-nationalist poster from the 1930's (with vibrant hallucinatory inks that reach out and lick you).

Suddenly the cell phone had a tongue sticking out of it and it was trying to lick Effortous.

"Back to your cage." he says, clicking it shut. "

"I'm never really off." twiddles the phone. It is making kissy-face sounds.

end if excerpt

Change Your Own Mind

Instead of trying to change the mind of your readers for some fowl paid-for message, and being a shill, change your own mind and don't do that.

Sept 19, 2016

In your ruby crystal dreaming
you see the whole world as red
you see it all
like the cardinals call
to bring you to the happy place
with free rent.

In you saphire crysatl dreaming
you see the whole world
as sad and depressed,
bluer than blue, but
minor chord blues
and the sound of sad weeping
isn't you
isn't you
isn't you

And a minor key
is how you used to feel
you can change the mood
so fast
just step it up 
to the major key
and suck it up
just suck it up, whatever bad that's happened.

If you could be
a happy man
you'd be dancing
on the emerald sand
where it's always Spring
and all are romancing
Cher-che le femme, don't you know
(but I don't speak French)

If you were an emerald dreamer
of the sea and the smell of home
how far would you go off
away from your love
at least seven seas
To Rome,
a city 
In Italy

A city
in Italy
might make a fine place
to call home.
And wondering off
off to Manhattan
make the world be more kind
wondering off
to the desserts of Cali
-forni
yaaa

Cal - i - forn - ia
California
California
how many songs do they write?
California
in harmony
long into the storied night.

From New York to LA
in less than a day
and everyone says
that's no big deal
or from Roma or Parma or Napali
to Boston or Philly or New Jersey
And maybe you'll be

Yes, a city
in Italy
to Boston, or Philly
the shores of New Jersey
a plane ride to LA
he makes his world kind
and wants to always find
that someones is safe
and at home.


Yes most are safe and at home
no matter how far
the Piasano roam
the children are safe at home
safe at home.

where's daddy?
Don't worry,
he'll be home
in a few days

A city
in Italy
Boston
Philly
LA
and the Bourough of Queens
the Lake of Green Mountain
Montreal

write
show tunes
in the past,
what to write?

Daddy's Coming Home!

Daddy is Coming Home
What is the holiday?
Daddy is coming home
Just for the holiday?
Daddy is leaving
Daddy is getting on a plane

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If I could write 
show tunes
in the past
everyone would be coming home.

Or hollywood songs
everyone's singing along
and Dorothy's smoking a bone
No she didn't
Dorothy
come on home
she's tripping, Boo
no she isn't

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 she's dressed in her
 heavenly blues
 wouldn't you?
 wouldn't you?
 She's dressed in,
 you guessed in,
 her 
 heavenly blues
 heavenly blues
 wouldn't you?
 wouldn't you?
 
  
 
  
  
 
 
 poom poom poum poum
 dippty dippity blues
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 singing this song for you
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changing it now.

     oh those arbitrary frames!
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spin me a yarn neon
spin me a yarn neon
spin me every where but not here!
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 If you could
 write show tunes in the past
 everyone would be
 falling in love
 and crooning
 and dancing.
 If you could write
 your own show
 in the past
 they are all 
 singing
 and dancing
 woo ahhh
 
  

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

If you don't want putrid behavior to be exposed through an illegal document dump: don't behave in a putrid manner and document it. Stop being imperious and clueless and self-entitled and start being of the people. Halt with the governance of the highest bidder ways. Be outraged by what the documents expose, not by the fact of those very documents.

The first question that we need to ask: when was your revolution usurped?

The second question: how are you just the person who 'they' want you to be. Remember that there is no real 'they'. It's all in your head, there, buckerinno.

Next question: what can you do that would actually help other people? How is what you are wanting to do not just a self-righteous act designed to appease your own inner 'they'? (who exist only in your mind, dear reader, always yelling out urges for you to bow to).

Sept 29, 2016

Billion dollar ideas? They are all around us!

Alright. We'll be changing it up a little bit!.

Deer in the Headlights Look
being lyrics to a song

You've got the deer-in-the-headlights
look about you.
Look about you.
You've got that deer-in-the-headlights
look about you.
Look about you.
You've got that deer in the headlights
look
I don't know why
you're such a crook
I don't know why
you're my misch-took
you've got that 
deer in the headlights
look

In the head lights
in the head lights
in the head lights
In the head lights

Look about you
Look about ch'you
Look about chew
Look about you

I don't know why
I don't know why.
I don't know why
I don't know why.

in the head head lights
in the head lights
in the head head lights
in the head lights

My simple blog
became this giant collection
all of these columns
and ten years of effort
from a tiny idea
one seed
becomes a giant tree



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  well, nothing more here today.