Crap I would say if caught with my hand in the cookie-jar

"Tragically, we believe this was a case of mistaken identity by the officers."

And we go from here as if this is not a systemic problem. 
 I am not impressed to say the least.
We have people in positions of power and their only recourse is,
"My bad, move along, nothing to see here."
This does not bode well for the innocent.

More History

The 60's were full of diversity; one couldn't avoid it. Wolfman Jack was an icon. I was both repulsed and intrigued by his massage; fallout from the 50's. That his massage lasted until the 70's has to be explained from other sources. We did love him.
However, the 60's happened. Poor little youth given a voice. A shame, yet a blessing bcause some saw the charade and, to my chagrin, many did not. Free love meant "free" stuff to some and now we are where we are.

I am so sorry for our failure...

History

As a younger human I understood words to be worthy. I progressed to an understanding of the past as a key to the future. I have come to understand the present as a precarious simulation of both words and the past.. Where does the time go...

My first love as a child was music. I retain that trait yet am mystified sometimes. I remember singing this song at an early age. It was my favorite first song.

Where do we go from here...
Jump ahead a few years and we get a glimpse to the extremes I had wrought upon myself.

I still cry when I hear this song...

I have gotten over Santa Claus, but I will never get over the loss of Puff.

I was and 

am a victim of my environment.

Then these guys came along and I lost all sense of time and space.

I have been trapped in this musical paradox ever since.

Happy Fucking New Year

Well, here we go again. Another year and another beginning. Joy. Hope.  All the good trappings of a fresh new start. I never discount good thoughts. I harbor these with extreme prejudice. The future is all there is to me now. I fear nothing because I will survive its calamity. I fear nothing because death is a friend that beckons and calls; I can't answer it yet.

We will continue to squabble over tids and bits. This is our nature. There can be no peace... ever. We are a violent and virulent group. Our history speaks volumes and we can never deny our heritage. Our brightest and best will not overcome this and we mourn our fate.

Happy New Years Motherfuckers because it begins as it ends with a bang and then... nothing.

Happiness

Rising from the Ashes of Zombie Death

And so we proceed...

The upswing has begun...

The greatest Gen has all but died and the Baby Boomers are dropping like flies (hooray). The future is all about change and the past must be remembered. There is a lot of work to do.

Monopoly is never beneficial.
Corporate media lies.
War is evil.
Secrets kill.
Justice is not blind.
Technology is opium.
Suffrage is an illusion.

You have only your chains...

Weakest links and all...

Towards the Dregs

Unconditional love and trust is a worthy goal. Where do we falter? Human design flaws create hindrances, but they account for little in the schemata. Hate and mistrust lead us by the nose and we become what we abhor. Envy and greed rule our way. Our religions profess to guide, but they linger on in some nether world while our gods become us and we hate them.

Non-machine humans know this too well.

The failure of our collective will is not irredeemable. However, we have failed in the short term.

Fear of the outside beckons us to extremes. Yet, we humans harbor no ill-will (in the long term) to the contrary. This is our condition.

Only a machination can ignore this trait.

Our masters have become machines; made in machine likeness and we humans welcome the next generation of machine help with reverence and exhilaration. Our guiding principals are grounded in numbers; first order business and such. There is only one god (the number) and it is eternal. None but the infinite can begin to explain eternity. None but the machine can grasp it.


Numbers underlie the truth of our existence (mind) and words bind us in this truth. Imagination and the thoughts we endure (heart and soul) are byproducts.

Balance is for ledgers...