1. The television works better when you turn it off.
2. Shoot Donald Trump. A clear and present danger to the country deserves no less.
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Thursday, September 17, 2020
bless Plato's shadows
I would beg if I could, but I haven't got the training -- begging is above my paygrade, somehow.
But anyway: I would beg ... honest to God, I would.
Please, please, please consider:
The bright light in Plato's cave is alluring. It beckons and soothes and elevates and ... Lord, what a bright light twinkles up ahead! You may think I'm kidding. I'm not. PLEASE! Everybody wants to be enlightened. No one begs to be un-enlightened. No one prays for shadows. This is a major mistake that is utterly correct.
Shadows and light are co-equal ... and not... the same and different. Honor one, honor the other, and still there is no other.
Raise up the shadows.
Raise up the light.
Stop raising shit up.
Stop not raising shit up.
Mesh and meld with the shadows. Mesh and meld with the light.
And now ... stop meshing and melding.
Lord, bless the shadows.
Lord, bless the light.
Stop it! I'm begging you ... but as I say, it's above my paygrade and as a result, as ever in the past, you are stuck with the farm.
Raise up the shadows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, September 14, 2020
a man of thin water
Donald J. Trump, a man of thin water and coincidentally the president of the United States is working his way towards an exit door -- exit into a new term/exit into leaving office. To date, he has dug himself such a deep hole of self-aggrandisment and lies, it is hard to imagine what his capping phrase might be ... what exit line would put a period (https://youtu.be/TI8RZhhoBM0) on his sentence from his point of view.
Oh well, as I type, two rip-roaring storms are clawing at the underbelly of the Caribbean and headed for New Orleans and environs; fires are ravaging (not, for once, too strong a word) the west coast; and the flu epidemic that has killed 190+k Americans shows no sign of abating on the faces of newscasters whose desperation to have something to say is written all over their repetitive faces.
I loll and do what I can to bypass medical appointments: As when I was a lazy teenager facing a sink full of dirty dishes, "Why wash 'em -- they'll just get dirty again?" Yes, and there will always be another doctor ... why go?
Sit-down meals, if I judge from the bling advertising on TV, are fast becoming a thing of the past. They are being supplanted by ready-cooked-just-microwave them.