Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Fight.



Don't be ashamed, my American friends.

That would be like me being ashamed for being molested as a child.

America got a real raping yesterday.

But you learn; by god, you learn.

You and your beautiful country are still very young in the scheme of things.

Still learning, just like us.


We both thought it was OK to wipe out almost an entire race when we got here; all that's going on is we are getting a taste of our own medicine.

Being shown precisely who we are.


So don't be sorry.

Some things aren't our fault.

There is always something we can do about it.


We just have to try to make the best of a bad lot...



try and rise above.


There are still lots of beautiful things to be grateful for.

We can lie down and die- & I've thought about it...


But it's always worth having one more go.

Nothing in life is worth having unless you had to fight for it.



Hard...



So, who's in?

Monday, 7 November 2016

Like...


'you throw like a girl. you run like a girl. you hit like a girl.'

it's only when doing things 'like a girl' is not said with such venom, like spitting out a mouthful of viper poison, will we begin to treat women decently.

Then, and only then.


If thoughts are things, then words are bigger things.


All things being equal...



will be perfect.

Take No Shit...


On my way into town, I happened to notice this crow, trying to fuck with the baby Koala; I shit you not, the crow was pecking him!  I thought the little joey was shivering with fear...but it turned out to be anger, and fed up with all the bullshit, the Koala gave the crow and almighty smack in the chops!!!  The crow bid a hasty retreat, let me tell you!  That joey didn't take no mess...NO WAY!! 












The ride



Look at it like jumping out of a plane.

Or rather, being thrown out of a plane; none of us asked to be here, doing this mad ride.

Like it or not, yr goin' down anyway;

you might be alone, or you might have someone who's got your back.


Sooner or later, it'll be a solo jump.


& in that moment, you either figure out how to open your chute...


or you don't, and you splatter into a zillion pieces.

Long as yr tryin.


Sometimes it's scary, sure; there'll be times you poo your pants, but it's OK; you can clean them later.

Other times, you might want to just give up, and go into free fall.


Don't.

Keep wrestling with that chute, and try not to get tangled up.

Time to time...try to enjoy the view, the exhilaration.


It's all over quicker than you imagine, so be cool.

Doesn't matter how cool you are tho...



Believe you me...


We're all goin' down...


Sunday, 6 November 2016

Bolder Dash...

http://simplecapacity.com/2016/09/quantum-theory-proves-consciousness-moves-another-universe-death/

oh hogwash. no quantum physicist EVER said this. 
 
too many amateur physicists who don't know what the hell they're talking about.
 
quantum physics tells us no such thing. it is, was, and always will be theoretical. this kind of quantum speculation also tells us there is another you in an alternate universe. 
 
that's no use to you here! 
 
belief in this kind of balderdash will only keep you in a deep sleep. 
 
wake up and smell the roses...this is it. rip into it...because there might not be seconds. 
 
if i die, i'll try to come back and give you the full SP, if i'm not too busy silver surfing the breadth and depth of the known and unknown universe. 
 
but short of that?
 
quantum theory has proven nothing of the sort.
 
 
believing such twaddle will only dull your sense, & make you stupid and lazy. 
 
 
don't bet on this pony...
 
it's lame.  

Saturday, 5 November 2016

Open...


I've kept my mouth shut about the election for the most part- free speech doesn't really apply outside the US, and nothing raises the xenophobic ire quite like a foreigner putting their two bits in.

However, no one can stop me loving the U.S. Of A, and caring what happens.

Yes, this election will affect the entire free world, and most of the non free. However, as we slip into the home straight, it is now down to the American people. How you vote is your business.

I don't envy you the choice. However, it seems to me to be pretty straightforward; if you hate women, now is your chance to say so. If you want a woman hating pig in the White House...then fire away. Now is your chance to solidify your misogyny.

To conjure up but one example, what Trump said about Rosie O'Donnell was unforgivable. I don't care if he was in a bad mood, jutting out his chest like a peacock, or only joking; you need to be careful what you claim to be even in jest, for this may be how you are ultimately judged. So, if you care about the rights of women to be treated decently, then I would give the bastard a wide berth.

However, if you want to move into the future as someone who believes women deserve to be respected and treated decently, equally, as a fellow human being of the same stature as a man, with the same rights as you, then Hil is the way to go. Of course I am suspicious of a system that allows the Husband to assume office, then a few decades later, the wife. Just as I am suspicious of that same system that allows the father into the same post, and then the son.

It reeks of some kind of tin pot dictatorship nepotism, but it is what it is, and it's your system, not mine. So, Hil is no bargain...sure...but what politician is?

Frankly? I find the prospect of a woman pres very exciting indeed.

Sure, there are is a lage cabal of very influential people who are opposed to having a 'Cunt' in the Ovary Office, (their words, not mine) to the same degree they objected to having a 'Nigger' in.(again their words, not mine.)

But the writing is on the wall; the so called 'minorities' must have their day- sooner or later.

And after Hil's term has expired? I hope a 'Queer' gets the top job next.

I speak freely, because this is my country, this blog, and they are only words.

I use these expressions because this is the time for plain speaking.

I am tired of rich fat white men running the world, and Hil, for me might just be a rich fat white woman doing the same thing- but I truly believe it is a step in the right direction.

The longest journey starts with a footstep, and this will be a process; the reformation of world politics- beginning with the head- will be a slow painstaking process.

That's just the way it is.

I don't know who she cares about, what her agenda is, or who she's emailing; I care that a vote for her, if you have no other choices (I would prefer Oprah in the top spot) is a vote for...

A decisive, clear, direct future. Where the women folk finally get a say.

These are very vague fuzzy times, and they call for DIRECT AFFIRMATIVE ACTION.



Peace.


Thursday, 3 November 2016

By any other name...




Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be one of those guys who like flowers, but I appear to be one of those guys now.

Something very scary has happened to me.

I seem to be able to spot beauty without any trouble at all.

I saw these flowers from a mile off. I must be quite super.

This is a pretty cool trick, spotting beauty. It has taken me years to develop the skill, & now I have it- I'm going to make the most of it. & it seems to me...

of the list of beautiful things in the world, flowers are somewhere near the top of the list.

I always knew ladies liked flowers, & I had occasion to hand them out, every once in a while.

It does something to them, like champagne, chocolates, and oysters.

It makes them more amenable; & when you see a lady in this state- it tends to have the same effect on you. I wasn't raised knowing this- I had to learn it over a long period of time.

Where I come from, is a 'rural' area, known as Hell. & in Hell, I was raised to understand that men and women yell at each other, and hit each other.

It actually turns out, this is not a good thing at all.

So...I had to learn to like things such as beauty, and peace, and love, and what have you.


Back to the flowers.


It turns out...it is actually OK for boys to like flowers too.


Not just ladies.


This flower is, I believe, called a 'rose'.

Roses are many colors, but this one is red.

People plant roses, because they are beautiful, they make people happy, & they give them an artificial sense of hope for the future.


Someone once said, 'gardening is an act of faith in the future'.

This faith might be justified- or it might be a load of old fertilizer.


It might just be something we tell ourselves.

People who love roses tend to believe in the former, rather than the latter.


Something about a rose...makes them feel better about themselves & their fellow man.


& that's OK by me...



Now.