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Wake up. There is ice on the car.

Andrew Breitbart died today! Shakes me up. Someone like that who was able to tweak the brainwashed minions was really a necessary angel (demon to the Left). And how does a 43 year old die just like that while out walking? To much Beef Wellington? Heart attack?

I admire a man who can get ahead by trying to speak difficult truths to corrupt power. People tell me not to do it, that my site will be 'taken down'. Any government drone who is reading my site is probably not going to worry about me and, instead, would be more concerned with watching the people who would seek to take a site like this down. Don't think that just because elements of The Grand Corruptocracy of the hypnotized Minions wanted Breitbart's site to disappear, that everyone is group think in government. No, in fact, those who are tasked with keeping order understand that part of keeping order is to let the people say what they will so that the truth can have a cleansing effect on the souls of the world, which includes those in power. The truth talker is the necessary angel who blows the trumpet of hard truth out into the room where everyone was afraid of shrieking and the untrained amateur, clattering the hard brass of the facts and puckering up on the reed at the end of the horn in the wrong way, and shredding the public's ear with anti-melodiousness which clanks off into the auditorium murdering people's sense of security and serenity. Don't upset the sleeping baby. Spare the members of the press and those of the lodge, who we hear, are running most things rather well. We gotta get this goof ball away from the tuba and make sure that he doesn't blow his boom boom boom off and frighten the grandmothers and booballas who watch their precious grand-kids.

So it is for the protection of the world that there are people who take charge of pouring truth into the ears of the public. Thwart those forces of naughty fuss, who work in their crooked way to poison the world with foul collectivist urges! Work against those people who do and say anything just for approval of their gang. But in that kind of gang is anyone ever safe. If truth be spoken do they kill the messenger? If it's a gang of that sort I don't want to be part of that gang. I don't even want them to know that I exist. Breitbart was famous for calling out the foul behaviors of various political gangs.

So what makes a guy go off and try to slay the dragons that he perceives in the world? The 'evils' that one imagines are created right within one's own mind. Real evil? It's purpose is to make fools try to fight it. Because then they are fighting the thoughts in their own minds. Label and demonize. That is a sad habit of some people. I try not to do it here. Did Breitbart do that? Do the people of the Left, who hated him, do that? Can those lefti-maniacs mourn him? Will they even acknowledge that he was a force for something in the world, if they agree or disagree, he was self-reliant and did it, for real. The website thing is not that easy to do, by the way. Takes a lot of lot of time.

I was always a fan of Hunter Thompson. Some say that Breitbart was trying to be the Right Wing version of Hunter. And I read a lot of what Hunter wrote, lamented the paranoia that he often channeled because I don't see it that way. I watched various documentaries of Hunter, times when he was clearly troubled and addled (for whatever reason) and dealing in the glare of the valley of death (La-La Land LA). And there was Hunter, being exploited by documentary makers, speaking truth to the camera, trying to tell the filmmakers that they really were not that cool even though they thought Hunter was. Hunter was clearly disturbed and needing to be back at his nest, the Owl's Nest, up where he feels safe. So, then, Hunter did himself in. A sad end and not preferable nor do I celebrate suicide. But I am not here to judge him. Suicide or not I was sad that he was dead. I didn't agree with everything he said. I found him often paranoid and ranting about the wrong things. He had obvious flaws and addictions. He seemed a little agoraphobic from the vignettes I've have gotten of him, what I have read about him.

I don't know nearly as much about Breitbart. I only went to his site occasionally. It was often linked from other sites, so I did read Breitbart's stuff often. And as far as feeling sad? I didn't really know that guy so I'm not sad, per sey. It's the kind of sad you get when you find out about someone who died too young. It's the kind of sad that you feel when you know what the people around this person might be dealing with right now. But for the grace of . . .

It's not the kind of sad at the level of what I have felt when other famous strangers die. I'm only talking about when strangers die, strangers in the news. Worst sad: when Lady Diana was killed. She's the exact same age as I am. She was probably the most famous person my age at the youngest age. Davy Jones died yesterday as well. I felt a passing sadness as I read his Obit. I was at a plateau of sadness when Whitney died three weeks ago. Then I felt the big sad that I get when ever the news speaks of dead rock stars. That seems to be one of the few times that they in the media are allowed to talk about how over dosing causes so many people to die.

So I note it here to day. Andrew Breitbart,a famous Right wing political blogger, has passed away. He thought his mission was opening people's eyes. He had four young kids and a wife who will miss him.

When Ivan Hyen died last year, the Argentinian Socialist, I felt exceptional sadness. It might have just been a season for being sad that week. I'm not a fan of Soci alist In ter natty, as anyone who knows me probably knows about me. But I wept out a river of tears for Ivan. For Andrew, someone who I also do not know, I don't have that river. I think it might have run out because of Whitney. Or those guys in Afghanistan who were shot in the back of the head. Or those guys in the Marine helicopter dying by crash landing onto mountainous terrain last week. How many tears can we cry in a month?

The funeral home and the grave yard ought not be a place for politicking and making political hay. When people die the game is not the same. How do we proceed? Keep civil, don't believe in the hate.

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

March 1, 2012

~ OK Now.

March 2012.
 
      What is that wind he hears 
                 as he is stumbling there
   goblet still full with 
         what he will need to drink
               when the time is neigh.
       and if the windstorm is 
                 not countered he may surly die
     hunched up against the 
                 darkening mind, the drakening sky
       at the top of the great devide, 
                              cliffs on both sides.
    No where to run, no one to blame,
                     no where to hide.