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Is Hillary John Gill?

A character from a classic Star Trek episode, "Patterns of Force".

If we look for inspiration from fiction we find interesting comparisons between real people and fictional ones.

John Gill was drugged up and used as a puppet, though was well intentioned when he started. But the people around him were supposed to be Nazis, and the analogy then fails because Democrats, zelous as they are with their communisism and unionism, are nothing like Nazis. So please don't think that I mean that.

I wondered, at the end of Sunset Boulevard,(Spoiler!) whether Norma Desmond was really ill, or was it all an act, so she could get away with the murder that she commited in a jealous rage?

I discussed my theory with a well-known man who loved that movie, and thus watched and studied it much more than I did. He assured me that, yes, Norma was . . . cognitively dissociated.

But, if Hillary is a character from Star Trek, what character would Donald be? I guess I would think maybe, Trelane, the young bon-vivant creature who treated others as his playthings but was good natured, but very immature about a lot of things. Or maybe he would be Harry Mudd, a con-man of sorts, but lovible anyway.

If Hillary is having difficulties, let's hope she gets well.

Is Donald Trump Trelane, or Harry Mudd?

Also from Star Trek

As for Donald, his biggest problem is that he is stuck in hyperdrive. He uses hyperbole to an extreme, and his thoughts get to the suprillitive but he doesn't filter out the nonsense that an active mind creates, conjecture of a base nature that doesn't augment, but serves up paranoid possiblity without regard for social decourum. We all have that worst case voice in us, painting those who oppose us as villains. The more aware of us fall back to the I'm Ok, you're OK philosophy when we are well fed and rested

And how does someone like Donald get like that? It is class clown behavior. You learn it young, people like David Spade or Don Rickles have that too. It's the whole 'thats what she said' point of view where everything is cast as a joke. You're suppose to know that Donald is like Dean Martin and he lives his life as if he's on a stage. Remember Donald had a top show, The Apprentice for 10 years. And so he has been vetted. He really isn't an asshole. He just likes to get a cheep laugh. He plays to the peanut gallery.

If either of them are elected president we, as a nation, will endure or there will be some splits, but we all want to still be a nation. So hopefully we can get through it. The world won't end if Hillary gets elected. Maybe Texas and Idaho will secede. Or if Donald gets elected, Maybe Vermont or Hawaii will seceed. But I'll still love Texans in either case. And Vermonters too.

Would we not all love a return to the polite times of past generations? oh, no, wait a minute. Jim Crow. Lynching. Red-lining. Black-listing. Witch Hunts. Being hung by the neck till death. So maybe we ought to pause and thank The Lord for what has passed away: a mentality of over zeolous law-mongering. That is what those who fear regression have been vigilent in opposing, seeing it manifested (imainging it manifested) in the candidate of whom they disapprove. But do we really have anyone who is that much of a villain? In our pantheon of political Americans (and Latin Americans, or in espanol, Americanos, Americanas, American?s (the last one is my don't care about gender choice for the linquistically fussy).

Bad News

On Sunday the horror of horror occured again, in the woods of Princeton. This is a sad story.

After that it came out that the woman had been employed by a very large corporation, one that was spun, like a snow ball, and will need to be . . . devided up into smaller, more regulation friendly, size, by the next regime (but they are this regime, in a lot of ways, so the imagining is that this girl was . . . because of her . . . wiht that large corporation in a headline at Drudge Report daught calm! As much as I am down for some iconoclastic, and goodnatured ripping about our culture od corporate narcisscism, and how Google represents that in a very lot of way to a large and varied crowd. But the truth about Google? Ya, they said 'don't be evil' but the response to bad days at the race is to have a better day by contemplating and speculating on how to counter the onslaught of . . . whoever is out to . . . do what piligers do. And so they have to show a mirror to those who are like that. And thus they assume a person, in some sense, that is a counter to the worst kind of hacker-bad-egg newbie chembot scrum wannabe, who is doing bad things to underserving people. And thus do they approach you like that, and they want to know who you are, so they don't get played. . . I'm being an advocate. But here it is: They are too big for any one person, or small council, to reighn in all the primadonna activity of the code-head ego-bots who work for their various acquisitions. So if you have some beef with some part of their quilt of companies, realize that a landscape has very many features. And so a company that goes and collects other companies, a technology-monger, like the one which we all know I'm talking about . . . collects all that daddy the financier lets them have: more more more, how do you like it, how do you like it, more more more how do you like your . . . equity. I give a reference to a classic night-song from the golden age of Marvin Gay, etcc (look him up, listen.)

Unfair of Drudge to headline as if a conspiracy against mega-corp

So I thought it unfair of Drudge to do the 'she was an employee of . . . ' The head line was [Megacorp Company] Employee found dead in Forest.

It is, too, a forest. I am not quoting their headline directly. It's a great big forest, and it goes on for a very long way, if you were driving through. It never really ends. Maybe it gets broken, here or there, by a fallow field or two. Some place that the powers that be allow to just be left as such, to preserve the world from the grand cupidity of the constant yum. These things are not just done to protect the lands from people of the world, but also from those who are way up high in the rungs of the yummery of governance. And so the conservations are laid out, and boundries established, for the bears and the squirills and any of them, but not for people. Well you can tell some people that, but not others. Isn't it a sad day to have to deal with all of it. Here is the deal: there is a well known problem of a preditor in New England woods who preys upon . . . and I could give you a sad list of names but let's just let it go for now. You must already know them. If not you can go and find that list yourself. And it won't be a complete one, because sometimes . . . the people aren't discovered. They go missing, and they are never found.

So, my suggestion to Drudge is to class it up a bit. Many will conjecture on the details of the story. The real story: a senseless murder. A young life gone. An long and sorid cold-case list. Predating mega-corp.

Pokeman Go

as opposed to Classic Go?

The rules of a video game exist with in a nether: it is a fictional world. The game Pokeman Go exists within a nether with rules of a tainting sprite rushing off towards some place and who is controlling the sprit to go there to a place that might be a danger because that place might be it's own kind of hither: a social scene with unknown rules. For example, in San Francisco the culture of the permissive use of drugs, and the open hearted acceptance of alternative lifestyle, to the point of fetish, God-bless-them, does invite some kind of alt-hither that gets weaved within the day-to-day. People who are 'homeless' aren't without a territory. And thus, Pokeman Go, with the people directing the sprits off in secret-landia (or are they really just completely simulated?), lead the players off to some real terrain that is already stacked out by a preditor homeless person (In San Francisco one must be careful because thee are some like that, and they are living deep within some crazy hither-roo of mind, and dangerous when startled.

Such a strange creature may very well be someone who has fallen through the cracks of life, so to speak. And it only takes one of thousands to be like for them to be a problem. And as long as they are crazy enough to cover their tracks, and brazon and willing to defend their territory, when someone goes rushing forward with a cellphone camera, collecting data for Big-Puke-Data-Mongers, that person, living within the windy-howls of his/her/? mind, and possibly chemically induced, or, as some believe, possessed, that person may indeed be a danger and the Pokeman leads the player there.

These troubled times . . .

Beware the farmed dischord

Actually, in very many ways, these are the best of times

The Rhodium Age

We live in The Rhodium Age, a time when at some point we will be able to literally turn Carbon into Gold, or to write it as a chemical equation:

C + ? = Au

I leave it to the Chemical menshches to fill in the details of the question mark that I write as part of my mock equation. But you get the idea.

The management here
hopes that the readers
decide to be kind.

July 24, 2016

8:29 AM

Same as it ever was.
-- David Byrne

show of hands for who that
love the police!

🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

  

What they claim is good
 for 'the environment' 
   really sucks 
  for the forest.

    
    
🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

Watch This

show of hands for who that
love the police!
🖐Love🖑
🖑Cops🖐

these can get you banned from school?!:
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🔨 🚙 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣
⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣⏲⏱⏰🚣🚣


You can't speak in hiroglyphs

even Know-it-all-will-tell-yaa:
When people complaign about the words 
you use often they don't really want to 
hear what you have to say.

spinfont unicode-isms
🍀 Praise God! 🍀
🍀⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱🔫⏰⏰⏲⏱🔫⏰⏰🍀
🎠 
🎠 
🎠 
🔫
🔨🔨 
🍀 Praise God! 🍀

When he's crazy lonely no one reads his mind he finds himself invisible at a highway stop when it's very cold he shivers thinking that now he must move on to find a home some dream outside the dream of time

Delete and repeat, delete.

      

This period of Deconstruction
will soon end.
He'll get his new beginnings
all along the moldings, lined up.
those railings, all glisten
in the first light of the day
the sun light reaches
far within and makes it all 
clean and pure 
like petal fall
in May with
apple blossoms
showering down like snow
upon the sidewalks and cobbled walkways.

will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t

 
When you're alone on the train
you aren't really alone
there are all kinds of other people
traveling on that same line,
going in a similar direction,
very many destinations
end of the line.

Destination train
moving through a forest
in a driving rain
She said he was insane
for getting on that train.

Destination 2 aim
2 AM in a driving rain
she knows he'll come back again

When you're alone
on a bus
you aren't really alone
the driver is there
all the people you can see 
out on the streets,
down the allyways
besides the buildings
sidewalks glisten
the reflection of starlight
the must be people there too,
space aliens of the long ago
so you're never really alone. 
You're never really alone.

Destination train
driving rain
Destination railway station
in the far away
through the fogs of time
the forests of lost contemplation
where the tallest trees of the forest
will swap their spots, dance around,
a square dance
of sequoias
so in the light of day
they're all OK
and back to where they were before
or who can say?

Destination 2 AM
driving rain
far away train station
freezing rain



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Here is today's pretty poem:

  

  Sunset Blue
  He's starting to cry
  Everyone at the club 
  has to know why
  He's feeling alone
  though he plays for the crowd
  and he plays so sweet
  even when loud.
  Sunset comes
  and it's starting to snow
  When the set is over
  where will he go?
   
   well we know that he sleds down the frozen gorge 
   on his guitar case . . . 
   
    

Big moon
in the midnight sky
big big moon
all across the sky
you can see the crowd
as the marching band
marches by
take the crowd a'dancing
off toward the stars.

Oh you big mouthed moon
why do you rave
about the government
while you're in your tie
you are that kind of guy
who has nothing really ready to say
but rest assured,
and he can't be cured
you'll say it any way.

Oh you big mouthed moon
  big mouthed moon
but the women swoon
becaue youre always the most kind
and the worst you do
if anyone's judging you
is to always speak your mind
so in the end you might be wrong
but the world is not harmed.
Oh you big mouthed moon 🌛 🌜
Oh you big mouthed moon  🌝
Oh you big mouthed moon 🌔
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝

🖐 🌙 🖑
🖑🌛 🌜🖐
   
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🖐🖑 🖑🖐

 ♥♥?

There's a river
of infinite love
flooding from on high
through the heart of all.

There's a river
of infinite hope
flushing through the gorges
through the heart of all.

Spread your wings and fly away
off into your day
off into your all


🖐🖑
🖑🖐


glossry of what's next
 ♥♥? : 

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Wake up!


You know I thought you was the Buddha
I must have been tripping
on a great big hootta
unn ha haa


Wake up
Wake up
Wake up while you are sleeping

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up and go to sleep

Waking
and rising
sleeping and
dying
and reincarnating
or are they just lying?

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up while you are dreaming
are you ever really awake?
Is it something you can fake?
Can you ever stop
your scheming?

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up and go to sleep
while you are dreaming
while you are resting
you'll wake up when your rested.

If I go off to dreamland
for a life time or five
Is there something wrong or the matter
if I enjoy
being alive?
If I go off to dreamland
and live a good life and stay true
does that take anything from you?

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
when you are ready
ready and rested
and not second guested
Wake up
and be you.

wake up and be unaware of being the Buddha

♥♥ Praise ♥♥ the ♥♥ Lord ♥♥ !!

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