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Seasonal Storms

Nothing that we haven't seen before

News of the world: allogations of collapse and rise of dictators. Venezuela. Turkey. And, in Paraguay they were Burning down the House!

Nothing that I'd recommend doing . . .

Yes, arson, for any cause, ought not happen.

When I was a teen we would sit at the picnic table and blare the album 'Paranoid' and play the game 'Risk'. Eventually, when I got older, I had some friends and we'd play and each of us would have our own little empire, and the game wasn't to beat everyone, but to maintain the order of it all , and let everyone have their fair part. It's just a game. We were playing for beers and joints probably. Eventually someone would 'break out' and try for conquest.

I got a little older. My urge for world conquoring games turned into something else. It morphed with the advent of video games. Lords of Conquest comes to mind. I think that had four castles. At the end of it all we go on to another machine and play a different game. It's just a game.

Then it was various other video games. Everyone had their own favorites, there were so many of them. It wasn't like it is now where there are onl a couple of video game producers and it's a giant suck fest of paid for content mongering.

Then it was Twisted Metal III. And you blow up the other players. And Demoltion Racer, where it's a demolition derby till the death. But 'death' in a video game isn't real death. It's "go get some crakers and beverages, and then regenerate back into the game when you're fed, etcettera. It's a party. It's about communion of hte players. And probably some pot smoking may have been going on too.

But it didn't have to. After that it was Tomb Raider in all of it's incarnations. And all of those games by Syd Myers. And what ever happened to the dear folks at Sierra, and all the Kings Quest series of games. Or Liersure Suit Larry. Why didn't htat morph into something with staying power? Why did it fade off into the netherlands of last thought. The last time you played the game may have been, in fact, the last time you ever thought of it.

So now my friend has the newest Lara Croft Tomb Raider game and a gigantic television, or is it a screen. It's huge. And when you stand in front of it, at 4K resolution, it looks like you are standing in a country byway. But then he was attacked by ravinous wolves, which doesn't happen anywhere like it does in a video game. Or, in the real world, your never hanging twenty miles hign (eight miles high) above a raging waterfall in passanger car from a trans Andes railway bridge collapse (which isn't shown, you just end up there somehow) and the train is hanging long ways, there is no floor to stand on; but if you click that controller fast enough, or if you have it set on easy mode, you can just vault to the blinking frame (which shows up in the video, and highlights the articles of interest). And next thing you know you're on dry land but there are other obsticles, a constant stream of them. Real life is never like that. And this doesn't have to be about communion with friends, but it can be a singular endevor. And it's perilous in a pointless and non-threatening way. and fun for a time till the lonliness sets in and your realize that your inside on a warm day standing next to a simulated sunlite field when a real sunlite field is right behind your house and you don't go there anymore because all you do is play video games. But whatelse is there, in the Winter, when it's cold, in this modern age? But when real butterflies are flying by your flower garden maybe that's a better place to be.

So you get your fill of war games. You get your fill of video games. And with war games you can really step it up a bit if you have the resources to do it. It's not just a paper-machee mockup, a Texas revolution radio right of way, in paper machette and an particular kind of jones: a jones for what is right and just. not just a mock shock jock with his Constitutional schlock.

Some people inherit a nation. That nation has a long History of respect for the might of armies. And they have access to as much paper machette as he needs to mockup whatever toy-train setup display of arms and hammers and sycles and selling anemia to the world: anemic policy of sabor rattling, more pie and American comic book fair? Oh how I love those Hollywood movies? If you love people you got to lvoe some movies. And ayaaa, love the people who make them. Love the sinner hate the sin? Some peopel can buy all the toy guns that they could ever need to want. And put army men on every ridgeline of their extensive estates, grounds, preserves, and on the fringes of parts that ought to be continuing to be demilitarized, let's all hope that. So if you are ill from the consant thump of a dump truck mump pump rump rumple, rumble, rubble, ruble, we can all work together and no one can eat all the food, and if they tried to horde it all it's a sin. Covetousness. We all suffer from some affliction. It's said that in this life we are given one vexing problem to overcome mine is overwhelming lust for people, and a grand joy that overwhelms and drives away all hope or prayer of a relationship. What little toy soldier would you melt to make your display of horrid chest thumping if you you owned and controlled a nation of thralls? Is there anyone really like that anywhere?

So, ya, a display of fireworks can be fun. In a nonthretening way. You know it's illegal to fly a drone over a fireworks display, but he did it anyway and the pictures are amazing. But the FAA has him scared so he won't post them at the obivous links.

So let's hope that this current display of little-boy toys that real men don't really want to ever have to use, let's hope that these ordinance displays, end soon. Weapons of mass dystructiin? or distraction of petty tyrannts? What man really wants to blow up all his enemies? Have you not learned to love them as The Lord suggested (demanded). Fear of the Lord is a very powerful motivator.

No one wants a 'next' world war. So let's just agree to not have one. But meanwhile, for all those who are hoping for it, let them be afraid. Let them be very afraid. And watch the tigers as they circle their pray. They aren't wanting to be in this arena, it's just kind of the way that some people make it have to be throught their never ending and incessent take-take-take, push-push-push, never give, never compromise, always be didactic and on-message. We live in a world where people demand special privledge and tell you you are a hater if you don't cowtow to their obvious superiority. Because they claim to some ancient wrong. We all got that some raw deal in a very big way. Most people will, and do, help when they know of real suffering. Most people don't want war.

In conclusion: a display of the force of arms often gives enough basis for the disrespectful to cowtow to the idea, that no matter how surley and mean and privledge they feel or are, no matter their dispicible demands, the over whelming force of arms of those who oppose the truculence of boy-king despots, no matter how deep within his self-important delusion the boy-king is humming (his happy rulership song), he has to know that to use such a weapon is always just a threat to deter that one who would use it. So no one who has it can use it if they are a moral person. moral nation. You have the weapon so it never needs to be used. A paradox. So when you threaten, repeatedly, to use it, and do displays of 'might' and launch missle in an unsafe manner, there is no rest for those who display that kind of wickedness. You get the pharrohs curse. what you say to be done to the innocents gets done to you. and the sad fact of collateral damage.

If any of these dictators and boy-king rulers were really revolutionaries, they'd be singing in the choir of peace between nations. That would be a stake into the heart of those who crave and desire war, more war, what they want is a great big war. If such people really exist, who seek constant warfare for their own neffarious purposes, being the boy-king for peace, or being the socialist monoarch of Vesuvius-uela, a volcanic place by now due to that particular government devolving into a fail state run by an overwhelms apparatchick (who probably thinks he's dooing good for his people). So he ought to stand down too, and admit he's failed. That would be revolutionary. And unwind the bad deals he made selling out mining interests. That would be revolutionary. And not letting there be a civil war there, standing down and resigning. Revolutionary. Or if the Boy King of NK stood down and made peace. Revoltionary. They say that they are revolutionaries, but they are just conformists who were put into difficult and unwinnible situations. They need to stop and realize that the future of humanity doesn't hinge on them staying as dictator of their particular place. Revolutinary it would be for them to stand down from their militaristic stance, and make peace within their own nations, and also with the wider world.

We can hope for this. We can pray for their success at not having to ever meet their worst fears. They can trust that when they do the right thing the world won't punish them for it. But if the boy king keeps up wiht his chest thumping, when there are so many serious problems in our great big universe that need solving, for the future of Humanity. War isn't going to solve those problems, but just create more.

But in this world, I suppose, the actions that are projected off against others are the actions that end up being thrust back towards those who, truculently and without regard for comman humanity, chest thump in a way that causes harm to the wider world. Not being of the higher mind, higher consciousness, not behaving as the 'superior' of the I Ching, one is faced with the back-atcha of ones own putrid karmic mud-puddle of dragon chasing. Faithless people meet the fate that they write for themselves by having all the slings and arrows that they thrust upon others, in an outragious way, actually make the mark back at the marksman. So fall down on the road and Fear the Lord. Let's be revolutionary and not have any more wars. We can pray for that.

April 17, 2017

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Suns gone
don't follow me
Spring falls 
like rain.

If you don't wait for me
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.
I'll never wait for you again.

All of those dreams I had last Summer
they fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to reach out to you
you always act like i'm insane
I'll never wait for you again.

Again
and again
I wait for you 
in the morning
I dream you'll come
to see me
buy you never ever ever
come again.

Again and again
you never ever ever come again.

All of those dreams I had in Summer
they did
fade fade fade
with the rain
All of those times I tried to talk to you
you always acted like I'm insane
I'll never wait for you again
I'll never wait for you again

Again 
and again
I dream
you come
to see me
I dream that
we are walking
down the long and storied lane
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Political and Media Inanity

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

Imagine if they both could have lived and made it to Los Angeles, post war, and been collaborators on writing romantic screwball comedies for Hollywood. If we search IMDB for movies written by Kafka, or by Orwell, will we find one? I kind of doubt it.

Truck-u-later

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

The dangers of nuclear arms are clear. Who denies it?

I'm not a fan of knee jerk militarism.

The Military man, however, yes, call me a fan of him. The military man is one who doesn't want what he knows how to deter. The necessity of such a man becomes clear in times of turmoil. The knee-jerk activity of quick at the trigger failed-diplomacy . . . ought not happen in a way that makes grand headlines and draws irrevocable condemnation. Diplomacy without the modivation to behave. That might be called negotiating from weakness. But if, and when, people become unhinged, the negotiation is not as important as a battoning down of hatches, storm is ccoming, acting like a large sea will rise, and every one secure it for the storm . . .

We survive. There is an old film about a boy who told everyone that he knew how to build a bell. But he was lying. And in the end he had to do what he did to survive, and alos to work through the grief of loosing his family to slavers and foreign invaders. This film had some very difficult scenes spliced within, for example one where a horse is being forced out a door onto a balcony in a tower, way up high. the scene, brillient in a cinematographic way, raised eyebrows in the film community when this movie hit the circuit sometime mid century (circa 1960).

We survive. We survived all of that, and the constant suck that has been going on for the last 150 or so years. We've survived.

And if things are lost, they can be found.

April 12, 2017

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