Get A Job . . .

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The importance of this little story is not to tell you why I am a carpenter. It goes far deeper then that.

If you are young and rebellious and discouraged as I was when I left the military and joined the work force, fear not. There is a place for you. All you need to do is not be afraid to search and find it.

When I was a young man I quit every job I had within a very short time. I never had a deep love for money and I hated to go to work because it interfered with my partying. I said, “the hell with that, “I’ll be a bum,” . . . and I pretty much was.

But I was also too proud to take handouts . . . so I reluctantly became a working bum. I worked odd jobs, took care of myself, never asked anybody for anything, but in my heart I didn’t have what it took to be a bum. I didn’t know what I wanted actually, and for the few years before and after 1970 I just existed.

Then one day after taking an odd job I discovered how much I loved pounding nails and building things. From that time on I was a carpenter. . . and proud of it.

I enjoyed getting up early in the morning and driving to the job site. I enjoyed the ruggedness, the camaraderie, the long hours in freezing temperatures or baking in the hot sun. . . it was me, it was mine. I had found my path.

They told me that in order to be to be a journeyman carpenter I had to join the union and become an apprentice for four years. I said, “the hell with that.”

I went to the library and spent one whole Alaskan winter studying the craft of carpentry. The following Spring when building picked up, I bull shitted my way onto a framing crew building houses and never looked back.

I worked hard, continued my studies, and after a lot of on-the-job training, I learned all the various phases of carpentry and became a home builder in my own right. I started my own company and built houses for many years . . . then I moved to furniture, music instruments, and various other things.

Today as a retired gentleman of leisure, I still enjoy building stuff and I swear one day I’m gonna go back in the woods and build myself a tree house. . . . may next Spring.

That’s just me. That’s what I did because it fit my personality, but that was my bliss . . . and believe me, following the money trail is a dead end street regardless of your portfolio’s size. Life is only worth the effort if you, like Joseph Campbell said, follow your bliss.

American Indian Religion . . .

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I am a firm believer that we can not tiptoe into the future while bearing the heavy burdens of our past . . . it just won’t work.

The theme of this blog is ‘change’ but I don’t believe change is even possible until we begin to face the reality of our belief systems. One of those most cherished is our religion, another is cultural superiority.

We are an arrogant bunch and it is often hard for us to see our failings, individually as well as corporately, so from time to time I will post things to try and jar us out of our superiority complex . . . this is one of them.

The question behind this post is: What if we would have listened and learned from the American Indian in the very beginning and decided to assimilate and co-exist instead of conquer? What kind of society would we have today had we done so? Continue reading “American Indian Religion . . .”

Mom And Pop . . .

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I got into a discussion with some people concerning their parents the other day, and beings that I had just gone through much of the same stuff with my own mother, I could feel their pain. I also heard them crying for a quick fix. This was my reply:

Much of this discussion I have played the devil’s advocate using myself as the goading force in a pretty deep subject: The elderly and their stubborn ways.

But really, how DO we deal with them?

They are too stubborn, they are selfish, they are causing us problems, we love them BUT they are driving us nuts!

We justify, we piss and moan, look for answers where there are none, and we tell our horror stories to the multi nods of a zillion kids with the same problem.

For the “me first” generation, it’s simple . . . there is no answer. Continue reading “Mom And Pop . . .”

The Empire Is Crumbling . . .

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The empire is crumbling. I don’t like to use those words, but they are, in my mind, far closer to the truth than any of the other stuff I am hearing these days. From the ‘everything’s fine’ spin I hear coming from the Trump administration, to the made up doomsday reports on youtube and in the blogs. (it’s really bad enough guys why make shit up?) . . . So what is it anyway? yeah or nay?

Personally? I sense there’s a bad moon rising . . . but who knows for sure? We all read and watch the same stuff and draw our conclusions from it, mostly according to our perceptions and fears. When it comes to crystal balling the fall of the House of America I gotta honestly say I don’t know . . . and I doubt few of the media’s talking heads do either.

So, given all that, what DO I know? And what is best for me and my family when it comes to living in this country at this particular time in it’s history. That’s all that counts in the long run. How am I going to cope with whatever happens?

I have already written in this blog about survival and how I intend on doing it, and am already in the position I think is best for me and mine. Now, for us, it’s just a matter of chilling out and waiting to see which way the wind blows. Continue reading “The Empire Is Crumbling . . .”

Marijuana . . . Devil or Angel?

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People around the world have been smoking marijuana forever, for medicinal purposes as well as just to feel good. The Chinese cultivated it as far back as 2000 years B.C. and used it in their practice of herbal medicine. It was brought into the United States sometime around the turn of the last century by Mexican immigrants looking for work in the American southwest and quickly spread across the country.

The white racist American who had no love for the brown skinned Mexicans, nor their social habits were always looking for excuses to prove their superiority over them. They now found a good one. Someone started the rumor that pot turned the Mexican who smoked weed into a sex crazed killer that could not be trusted. Soon laws were created against its usage as a way to control the Mexicans working in this country. From 1914 to 1937, twenty-seven states passed anti-pot laws.

Regardless of the fact that pot was now illegal in some states it grew in popularity and increased in usage, mainly among musicians and artists who found the herb helped them in their creative endeavors. The drug grew in popularity until the white majority took a moral as well as a financial stand against it . . . along came Harry Anslinger the perfect political puppet for the anti-hemp cotton cartel. Continue reading “Marijuana . . . Devil or Angel?”

Austerity

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Now you guys might have thought I just wanted to show off when I put up those pictures of my little house, and yeah, I was a little bit, but I also had a broader vision in mind. I wanted to show first hand what a person can do with a small amount of cash and a boatload of initiative and effort. Basically my message is the same as always. . . . The times are changing, don’t fear them, but prepare yourselves to live through them.

I honestly think Obama  tried, but soon after taking the oath I believe he was summoned to a meeting where he learned he was merely the new figurehead of a silent coup that ended long before he entered office. His duty is to do what he is told and he has no chance at all of succeeding without ‘their’ approval. He talks, and that is in essence, the only job requirement left to the visible president of the United States of America. Continue reading “Austerity”

Be Careful What you Choose . . .

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I recently wrote this reply in reference to an article posted by a lovely young lady that I happen to follow here in Blogsville. The article referred to a female college student who had chosen to join the porn industry in order to pay for her tuition. I was concerned about the whole idea of a young girl doing such a thing while most others, dropping the moral issue entirely, thought it was her choice and a courageous one at that . . .

When questioned on my first reply this was my final answer:

That’s better, but still . . . sex is so powerful that you can slip deeper and deeper into depravity without even realizing it . . . (I know, define depravity :-)) depravity is when you do or get involved in, anything that knocks you off your life path and into a lower vibration. We are creators Jen, we create our tomorrows by the things we do today . . . sex itself is not the problem it’s all the baggage following . . . add money to the equation and it’s almost guaranteed to go bad. Continue reading “Be Careful What you Choose . . .”

How Can We Fight The Corporation . . .

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Most of us realize that because of their money, power and influence the corporation has taken over Washington politics by buying off pretty much all of the people we have sent there to be OUR spokesmen. We know on a basic level that the whole idea of this country being a constitutional republic is now a sham.  We know that the new United Corporate State Of America has replaced any semblance of a nation once touted as a country ‘of the people and by the people’.

Today in this country we people are enslaved to the monied interest as deeply as the young black working a plantation in 1816 was enslaved to his master. The difference is that we weren’t shanghaied into it like he was, we have been captured by our own greedy and corruptible natures.

Today, our massa teaches us the naturalist is a wacko and the wealthy people like the Koch brothers, are demi gods and we buy his bullshit. We honor them and their money so much that many go to bed at night praying to be just like them. In doing so we are just as sick as the asshole politician who sits in his hallowed office postulating upon the state of the union according to corporate doctrine. Continue reading “How Can We Fight The Corporation . . .”

The End Game . . .

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America has been staying afloat these last couple of decades by playing  a game called ‘kick the can on down the road’. This is basically how it goes . . . when the government comes up against a problem demanding immediate attention, they put the memo in an old soup can and kick it on down the road so somebody else will have to deal with it.

This game could also be called ‘pass the buck’ or ‘point the finger’ or a zillion other names, but one word you will never see in this game of slip and slides is responsibility. Nobody, from either side of the isle wants to take responsibility for anything.

The game began in earnest right after WWII when short term thinking and long term greed became the order of the day. Originally it was called Capitalism, but in reality our system has always been a mix consisting of Socialism as well as Capitalism. This system could have worked, but was flawed from the very beginning because of it’s over-the-top thirst for immediate profit. Continue reading “The End Game . . .”

Corporate State . . .

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About 45 years ago Rachel Carlson with her book ‘Silent Spring’ and Ralph Nader with his large following had the Corporation on the ropes. President Nixon signed into law the Clean Air Act, the Clean Water Act, and created the Environmental Protection Agency.  These environmental moves ate directly into the Corporate bottom line, cost them millions of dollars, and directly affected their profit margin. The Corporation fought back.

From Jimmy Carter forward, the Corporation, using the power of the lobbyist and the size of their bank accounts . . . bought Washington. Ronald Reagan reversed or weakened a lot of what the environmentalist had accomplished, and since the Eighties Washington has been owned, lock, stock and barrel by the Corporation. The leaders of this wolf pack are the oil baron Koch brothers.

The Koch’s financially back practically every guy/gal in congress. If you want to be elected to high office you better have Park Avenue backing or else you are guaranteed to become an also ran.. . . Continue reading “Corporate State . . .”

Vulnerability . . .

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As a kid growing up in the Projects to be vulnerable meant to be weak, and weakness did not fit our self image any more than a dress or a pair of high heeled shoes would have. Sissies were vulnerable, chicken shits were vulnerable. . . . tough guys like us were born into this world in a defensive position. We laughed at vulnerability.

I remember being on the playground with my friends one day watching my beloved Fritzy run into the highway and get hit by a car. I remember the whole thing, though it was 65 years ago, as if it were yesterday. I remember cursing the dog for being so stupid. I remember leaving my friends, walking back to the apartment, stepping into a closet, closing the door behind me . . . and crying my eyes out.

I loved that damn dog, but tears were not shed in the projects. I never cried in public . . . never. I still have a problem with the vulnerability of crying. I will run out of my fortress to save, to heal, to help, to even get injured or killed . . . but never to reveal my weakness. Continue reading “Vulnerability . . .”

The Perfect Lawn . . .

“Damn weeds! Johnny . . . go get me the Roundup, I’m gonna kill this yellow bastard!! I hate dandelions !!! Hate em!” . . . And the beat goes on in every middle class allotment in the country.

There are whole industries built up around killing the dandelion. Just what is it that these little fellows have done to garner such contempt?

From University of Maryland medical site:
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While many people think of the dandelion (Taraxacum officinale)as a pesky weed, it’s chock full of vitamins A, B, C, and D, as well as minerals such as iron, potassium, and zinc. Dandelion leaves are used to add flavor to salads, sandwiches, and teas. The roots are used in some coffee substitutes, and the flowers are used to make wines.

In the past, dandelion roots and leaves were used to treat liver problems. Native Americans also boiled dandelion in water and took it to treat kidney disease, swelling, skin problems, heartburn, and upset stomach. In traditional Chinese medicine, dandelion has been used to treat stomach problems, appendicitis, and breast problems, such as inflammation or lack of milk flow. In Europe, it was used in remedies for fever, boils, eye problems, diabetes, and diarrhea.

So far, there have not been any good quality scientific studies on dandelion. Today, the roots are mainly used to stimulate the appetite, and for liver and gallbladder problems. Dandelion leaves are used as a diuretic to help the body get rid of too much fluid. Continue reading “The Perfect Lawn . . .”

Who Are These People . . .

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Who are these homeless people anyways? Folks down on their luck who have just fallen through the cracks? Drunken bums? Drug addicts? Criminals? What does the rank and file in this empty faced army consist of? Do we even care? . . . or do we just want these losers to disappear from our streets so we don’t have to look at them.

As I see it the only difference between ‘us and them’ is that the homeless, for whatever reason, lost all their stuff. Therefore since we judge one anothers worth by the amount of stuff we possess, these people are deemed worthless.

This ‘haves and have nots’ attitude is so screwed up on so many levels that it is hard to even write about it. The changes it will take to actually create the society we love to brag about are almost insurmountable . . . but not quite. Continue reading “Who Are These People . . .”

War . . .

 

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We were sitting at the rented beach house one evening last week when my daughter, out of the blue, asks, “Dad, tell me about when you were in the military.”

“Ummm, no, how about I tell you about the hippie days, that was much more interesting.”

She kept pressing about the army. . . I kept himhawing around. My attempt to find a funny story or two fell short. I just wanted to change the subject.

At 72 I am so detached from the kid who loved the rush of jumping out of planes and blowing shit up that I find it all kinda embarrassing . . . and for a certainty I did nothing that I am particularly proud of. Continue reading “War . . .”

Ferguson

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Why is it one group sees the cop at Ferguson a killer while the other group sees him as being justified? What causes black people across the country to think and act like they do? They don’t know whether the young man was shot charging the cop or whether he had his hands up any more than I do . . . and yet they are convinced beyond a doubt that the kid was murdered. How can two people look at the same thing and come up with an entirely different viewpoint from that same evidence?

Distrust and disrespect . . .

The black man has been raised on a foundation of distrust and disrespect ever since the days the white man stole him out of his homeland and brought him to these America’s in the hold of a ship. He has been beaten down ever since.

In today’s world various civil rights laws help him a bit, but I don’t see the foundation shifting or changing beneath his feet all that much. . . especially since the white corporate bosses packed up their factory jobs and left them, as well as the poor and middle class whites, holding an empty bag. Continue reading “Ferguson”

How Will We Live Without Electricity . . .

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This question was asked on a forum I frequent occasionally . . . this was the answer: “we would be living like people in the middle ages within a year.” – lol

My reply(and one I truly believe MUST be done)

I would argue that if were we to lose the means to generate electricity, which would basically be equivalent to starting over, we would still have the mental resources to forward us onto a different model using different means to live and survive on this planet.

The benefit to the planet would be enormous also as:

1. There would be a huge die off of the human species as the God force (we pretend to understand but don’t) brings us back into balance with the rest of the natural world.

2. Those who overcome and remain will be forced to give way to the industrial/technological/scientific rush-to-total-extinction path we are now on as we will be far more concerned about mere survival.

4. I see humanity finally being forced back onto the track for which it was created in the first place. . . the one we deserted in the metaphor of the Garden of Eden. We were lured away by the lust for knowledge before we evolved wise enough to utilize her in a productive way.

5. Finally, rather than going back to the middle ages,  I see a wizened up mankind adopting stuff like the Tesla theory of free electricity and forgetting the corporate (for profit) model all together, as well as all this other nationalistic (us vs. them) nonsense we live by . . .

I see one world . . . without church . . . without government . . . reigned in by a spiritual force we finally understand. . . .

OH they may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one . . . Imagine.

Science vs Religion

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Michael Crichton, author of State of Fear and other best-selling novels, delivered this lecture at the Commonwealth Club on September 15, 2003.

“I have been asked to talk about what I consider the most important challenge facing mankind, and I have a fundamental answer,” opens Crichton. “The greatest challenge facing mankind is the challenge of distinguishing reality from fantasy, truth from propaganda. Perceiving the truth has always been a challenge to mankind, but in the information age (or as I think of it, the disinformation age) it takes on a special urgency and importance.”

You can read the entire speech in PDF format at www.heartland.org/policy-documents/mankinds-greatest-challenge  . . .

This is not a rebuttal as much as my own viewpoint on the subject. I do not refute what Michael is saying . . . I agree with much of it . . . BUT . . . like Paul Harvey used to say, here’s my rest of the story.

Continue reading “Science vs Religion”

Nobody Seems To Notice . Nobody Seems To Care

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The illustration at the beginning of this essay is an art image called “Magic Eye”. Inside all those lines and colors there is seated a picture of a familiar, well known object . . . can you see and recognize it?

Well I’m guessing you can’t. I believe it is impossible to stare AT the painting and see anything more than the obvious wiggling lines and colors. My bet is, unless you are aware of how to manipulate your vision and decipher the painting, that is all you can see.

There is a trick and the main part of the trick is not to stare AT the picture at all, but stare THROUGH it as if you were looking behind the image in front of you. If you do that it soon pops into 3D view and you can’t believe you couldn’t see it all in the first place. You were tricked. Continue reading “Nobody Seems To Notice . Nobody Seems To Care”

The Abomination Of Desolation

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In the Christian bible there is reference in the book of Daniel to the – abomination of desolation –  I know the interpretation most biblical scholars have come up with, but in my opinion if one is to study the bible or the Tao Te Ching or any other spiritual text he must interpret what he is reading for himself. The holy books only work for people who have understanding and that means we must interpret it ourselves and apply what we’ve learned to ourselves. As we grow and mature our understanding grows also, and our interpretation changes. Only those who have locked themselves into religious dogma and church hierarchy remain, from cradle to grave, locked in obedience to a priestly order and their rule of law.

This is fine of course, but if you are a seeker of truth and knowledge and wisdom, you must break free from the matrix of religion and head out on your own. The pathway is not marked and will only open before you as you approach the dead end.

My interpretation of -the abomination of desolation- goes something like this. . . . In the beginning of God’s creation He set man upon the earth to be steward over all His stuff . . . He did not GIVE us His stuff  any more than I would give the keys of my truck to a five year old. He made us steward over it in the hopes of our future maturation. Continue reading “The Abomination Of Desolation”

There’s No Going Back . . .

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We hear a lot these days about going back in time to our past greatness, back to that quieter and gentler era when everybody who wanted to, could get a decent job promising fully paid health benefits and a pension upon retirement. Back to the days of Ozzie and Harriet and John Wayne and American heroism . . . it ain’t gonna happen folks. I wish we could do that, but we can’t. It is impossible. We have opened the floodgates to hell and once opened there is no closing them. We cannot hold a meeting and beg forgiveness to the world community like Obama tried, nor will we be able to hardnose our way out of this mess like Trump thinks we can . . . the piper has played and he must be payed.

We as a nation cannot go back in time and start over. We have gone too far, made too many mistakes, and have too many enemies. Our enemies have found our soft underbelly and are now biding their time like wolves following a herd of caribou. In the real world we are slowly being culled out by those many nations who have lost all respect for us. Continue reading “There’s No Going Back . . .”