There isn't a damn thing I can do.
Sometimes in your life you have to face the facts.
It's time to go.
Where? I don't know.
How? I don't know.
When? I don't know, but sooner than later.
Why? Because I'm not happy. I haven't been happy in my "situation" for a long time. I don't even know the meaning of happy. Smile they say. I don't know how.
Hoping won't make things better.
Inspirition comes in a whisper...
I'm listening.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Fear
Until now, I had no fear. I was fearless.
Maybe a little too stupid to see those things happening right in front of my face.
I am scared to death. There is, by todays standards, no future.
Wars, people killing each other for some "Greater God" than mine or yours.
The middle class is gone. The middle class has no "class".
Money is not evil. Money can do great things for the disadvantaged.
I have no money. I see no future other than working until I drop dead.
Retirement? How about just plain tired.
I ask of the great dieties or whoever is in charge, to please give us a hint about our world.
Or, send the demons to clean up whatever is left. Somebody do something.
It is beyond my human frailties. I have tried and failed.
Then again maybe I am just too stupid to see.
Some see the word through rose colored glasses. Good for them. I'm not one of them.
Maybe a little too stupid to see those things happening right in front of my face.
I am scared to death. There is, by todays standards, no future.
Wars, people killing each other for some "Greater God" than mine or yours.
The middle class is gone. The middle class has no "class".
Money is not evil. Money can do great things for the disadvantaged.
I have no money. I see no future other than working until I drop dead.
Retirement? How about just plain tired.
I ask of the great dieties or whoever is in charge, to please give us a hint about our world.
Or, send the demons to clean up whatever is left. Somebody do something.
It is beyond my human frailties. I have tried and failed.
Then again maybe I am just too stupid to see.
Some see the word through rose colored glasses. Good for them. I'm not one of them.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Mistakes
Mistakes. I've made more than my share.
When or will I get to push the "reboot life" button?
Is this hole so deep that I cannot dig my way out?
It's damn lonely down here.
When or will I get to push the "reboot life" button?
Is this hole so deep that I cannot dig my way out?
It's damn lonely down here.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Call Me Crazy ...
Call me crazy, but something is about to happen...
I don't know what, where or when it will happen. Something isn't right. Maybe it's that I am seeing things with a different point of view.
The economy is about to bust. Why? Because the numbers are all on paper. We don't have a gold standard, silver standard or even a pineapple standard. There is nothing to back our goods and services.
Over ninety percent of the wealth of this country and the world, is in the cloud. Where is this "cloud"? I keep looking up and see nothing. When will our leaders tell us that it's all a game? Or, maybe this is a really bad dream.
Where is George Carlin when we need him? Maybe he's in the cloud! Now, that would be funny! Maybe he's looking down saying "Dumb-asses".
I see protesters in the media and on the internet. (Everything you read on the internet is true.) That's why the system works so well.
Every group has an hidden purpose. Whether it is retailer, research facility or protesters. It's PROFIT. We profit off the backs of the ignorant, in the name of doing good. If you protest, it will make the news. Even a bad story gets attention. Tell me how you are going to stop diabetes or breast cancer with walks or cycling events? We do those things so we have an avenue to build our spirits so we think we are doing some trememdous "good." In that case, just send your favorite charity/cause a check and be over with it. Having events creates a psychological feeling of well-being. With that great feeling of well-being, you'll repeat the same activity again. For more MONEY!
Curing a disease does not create profit. Enormous amount of "money" are spent researching a particular disease or why you prefer one brand of catsup over the other. Make the numbers fit the program. Then I'll sell you my findings and we both make money.
We've lost the battle of intelligence. People see no further than the television, computer screen or their phone. Why don't we ask why? Why don't we look for the common good instead of what's in it for me? If you cure it, they will come. Sadly, the big pharmacy corporations will have the patent for the cure and it's going be a long time before that cure sees daylight.
Stop protesting. It won't help. Others have gone down this road. Go home and be nice to someone, maybe a stanger. You don't have any power because the numbers are bigger than you. It's time to give up. The rules are not written in your favor.
We cannot change the cards we get, so play the hand you have been dealt. You win some, you lose some. The goal should be to try to break even.
Then again, I'm getting older, crankier and some days just don't give a crap .
George, wherever you are... we need you back!
I don't know what, where or when it will happen. Something isn't right. Maybe it's that I am seeing things with a different point of view.
The economy is about to bust. Why? Because the numbers are all on paper. We don't have a gold standard, silver standard or even a pineapple standard. There is nothing to back our goods and services.
Over ninety percent of the wealth of this country and the world, is in the cloud. Where is this "cloud"? I keep looking up and see nothing. When will our leaders tell us that it's all a game? Or, maybe this is a really bad dream.
Where is George Carlin when we need him? Maybe he's in the cloud! Now, that would be funny! Maybe he's looking down saying "Dumb-asses".
I see protesters in the media and on the internet. (Everything you read on the internet is true.) That's why the system works so well.
Every group has an hidden purpose. Whether it is retailer, research facility or protesters. It's PROFIT. We profit off the backs of the ignorant, in the name of doing good. If you protest, it will make the news. Even a bad story gets attention. Tell me how you are going to stop diabetes or breast cancer with walks or cycling events? We do those things so we have an avenue to build our spirits so we think we are doing some trememdous "good." In that case, just send your favorite charity/cause a check and be over with it. Having events creates a psychological feeling of well-being. With that great feeling of well-being, you'll repeat the same activity again. For more MONEY!
Curing a disease does not create profit. Enormous amount of "money" are spent researching a particular disease or why you prefer one brand of catsup over the other. Make the numbers fit the program. Then I'll sell you my findings and we both make money.
We've lost the battle of intelligence. People see no further than the television, computer screen or their phone. Why don't we ask why? Why don't we look for the common good instead of what's in it for me? If you cure it, they will come. Sadly, the big pharmacy corporations will have the patent for the cure and it's going be a long time before that cure sees daylight.
Stop protesting. It won't help. Others have gone down this road. Go home and be nice to someone, maybe a stanger. You don't have any power because the numbers are bigger than you. It's time to give up. The rules are not written in your favor.
We cannot change the cards we get, so play the hand you have been dealt. You win some, you lose some. The goal should be to try to break even.
Then again, I'm getting older, crankier and some days just don't give a crap .
George, wherever you are... we need you back!
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Another Rant
Today I made this mistake of interacting with society. To be exact, I went to the grocery store. What an eye opening experience.
First, you can't push a cart down the aisle without some idiot walking into you while staring at the "smart" phone and screaming into it.
Then there's the checkout. Mind you that I am going to sound like a jerk, and I am, but something is definitely wrong this the picture in my eyes.
In front of me are two carts of groceries. That term "groceries" is being used very, very loosely here.
There are pre-made cookies, chips, soda, gallon bottles of orange drink, six loaves of white bread, bottled water and other assorted junk foods filling the carts. No milk, orange juice, vegetables or other good foods.
Then the moment of triumph. They are paying with EBT (food stamps). When did all this stuff become staples of the human diet. This stuff isn't food. It's snacks. Are they living off of all snack food? What the hell.
Someone in the government has to change the system so that only real food is allowed. Both of these ladies clearly exceeded 300 pounds and the kids (who should have been in school) were overweight.
What happens next when they have diabetes and get really sick. Then what?
Where did the system go over the cliff? (The low road.)
I do not deny anyone assistance who really needs it. Senior citizen paying into Social Security all their life should receive all the help they can get. They paid their dues.
Maybe this points to the real problem. It's totally FUBAR and can't be fixed!
In that case. I'll just close my eyes tonight at bedtime and tomorrow this whole thing never, ever happened.
Am I the only one seeing this?
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Reaching High for the Middle
Today I was speaking with someone who understands my point of view of this great nation of ours. We've given up on the youth.
Back in the day there were sharks, guppies and minnows in the pool of life.
Now everyone has to have their own little group of insecurities so they can be special.
Today, children are being taught by their families that it's okay to shoot for the middle. The middle doesn't exist any more. Aim high, then if you slip it can be recovered.
People are stuck to their smart phones which are a whole lot smarter than the idiot using it. . How does Google know the rest of my sentence when searching a particular subject? Scary.
Instant gratification is a poor excuse for working hard. Parents, teach your sons how to drive a nail with a hammer. He will never forget.
When all of us retire (really?), who will paint our walls, fix our plumbing or build our decks?
Watch the movie "Idiocracy" some time. We're headed in that direction, quickly.
Have you given up on todays youth?
Back in the day there were sharks, guppies and minnows in the pool of life.
Now everyone has to have their own little group of insecurities so they can be special.
Today, children are being taught by their families that it's okay to shoot for the middle. The middle doesn't exist any more. Aim high, then if you slip it can be recovered.
People are stuck to their smart phones which are a whole lot smarter than the idiot using it. . How does Google know the rest of my sentence when searching a particular subject? Scary.
Instant gratification is a poor excuse for working hard. Parents, teach your sons how to drive a nail with a hammer. He will never forget.
When all of us retire (really?), who will paint our walls, fix our plumbing or build our decks?
Watch the movie "Idiocracy" some time. We're headed in that direction, quickly.
Have you given up on todays youth?
On The Outside
On the outside, people see as a callus jerk with a caustic sense of humor. They might be right. Inside I have always tried to stand for truth, justice and the American dream.
But, dreams will be dreams. They don't come true for most people and certainly not for me.
I sat watching a "severe" thunderstorm come from the southwest, (it's 68 degrees on the 20th of February, so it's a rarity) and wanted the storm to blow me away to a better place.
The Earth is a very lonely place. I don't understand the meaning of love. It's not inside me. Inside, I'm dead. No emotion except for hurt which can and is often expressed in anger. (I'm a Scorpio for you astrologers.)
So why stay? Because I'm stuck in this loop of bad luck, no luck, bad luck and worse luck. No matter how hard I try, the wheels are spinning in mud. There's no reverse. Everything goes forward. But why on the same loop every day.
When I'm gone, no one will remember me. Why? Because I've always been the outsider. Or, I've been the person in the background taking care of the details in this party we call life so that others can give toasts and speeches. I sit in the wings, confused by it all.
Maybe that's the answer...
But, dreams will be dreams. They don't come true for most people and certainly not for me.
I sat watching a "severe" thunderstorm come from the southwest, (it's 68 degrees on the 20th of February, so it's a rarity) and wanted the storm to blow me away to a better place.
The Earth is a very lonely place. I don't understand the meaning of love. It's not inside me. Inside, I'm dead. No emotion except for hurt which can and is often expressed in anger. (I'm a Scorpio for you astrologers.)
So why stay? Because I'm stuck in this loop of bad luck, no luck, bad luck and worse luck. No matter how hard I try, the wheels are spinning in mud. There's no reverse. Everything goes forward. But why on the same loop every day.
When I'm gone, no one will remember me. Why? Because I've always been the outsider. Or, I've been the person in the background taking care of the details in this party we call life so that others can give toasts and speeches. I sit in the wings, confused by it all.
Maybe that's the answer...
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