QUESTION EVERYTHING

QUESTION EVERYTHING

Unless you are a narcissist.

or perhaps “EVERYTHING” is a  clue to the belief that narcisism is a community trait assigned to all.

Assigned?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ARF ARF

ARF ARF

I live in a condominium for dogs, or so it seems. The gentleman in the unit next to mine is also patron to a vicious little foul-mouthed canine whose daily conversational contributions can last for hours.

However…the times, they are a “changin”.

A couple of weeks ago as I sat at my desk attempting to create my daily contribution I lost all semblence of self-control..

“DAMM IT ALL TO HELL… STOP.!!!!!”

Mighty Mouth stopped.

Three second break:

“.ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF”

One second…

“STOP.!!!!!”

Five trails later…

“STOP…”

Another neighbor heard this oral activity and slipped in with a couple of “STOPS” of his own. Within an hour or so our pup was up with his palls on the window apparently eager to make some new friends.

I’d like to give this tail a happy ending but I’s settle for a wag or two.

 

 

BLONDIE’S NEW FACE AS REMEMBERED

BLONDIE’S NEW FACE

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BLONDIE’S NEW FACE      

The biggest threat to America today is probably not BLONDIE: I’m guessing that we are at our most vulnerable when asked to make a life-altering decision. We appear to have forgotten how to do that.

Instead of thinking, we cling to our centuries-old belief that there are only two viewpoints to every issue; by taking sides we fulfill our obligation while sadly dis-empowering ourselves.  We have become victims of our laziness. We have everything our parents wanted for us. Life has become cozy.

And then along comes BLONDIE.

Cozy will probably never return.

And so…

The Tortoise is winning the race.

We are convinced that the Tortoise is a good guy

I think we are wrong.

I spend eight hours or more nearly every day  writing  poetry, one act plays and essays. And I write books. I call these books success books and they make people laugh. They make me laugh.

I am no longer laughing.

And suddenly people are discovering that our new America does not fit into a slot…

…yet.

On the last  day of February in the seventeenth year of the twenty-first century of the common era, people all over the world  began re-organizing into two  new groups.

One group is composed of those who are suddenly discovering that they still know how to think for themselves. Others are still clinging to beliefs that are based not on logic but to a pass-it-on mentality.

One cannot successfully judge  last night’s Address to the American People  by subjecting that ONE-ACT-PLAY to the usual rules of LEFT or RIGHT; I am certain that everything we heard was WRONG.

How could anyone who seeks to be honest with themselves not see that this administration’s goal has been from the very beginning, to start a world war.

Today, Blondie threatened Mexico’s  Ricky the Right with our military. A NEW WORLD WAR  has officially begun.

In fact, there is very little hope that the plan BLONDIE laid out last night has a chance to succeed without that war. And as I see it the war actually began with the crumbling of the Berlin wall. We had a very convincing actor taking responsibility for that incident also.

Never has Blondie been honest while making  his childish threats. He has always known that Mexico’s, Ricky the Right would never comply except with brute force.  And Ricky is as lacking in courage as Blondie is in sanity.

My guess for the future begins and ends with a Third World War. Once it has begun Blondie will be put out to pasture either through loss of life or commitment to an asylum. The plan he described sounded like one which would work as long as everyone does exactly what they are supposed to do according to whomever will be running our country.

I cannot read the future but I do read body language and facial expressions and our actor last evening actually changed personalities as he morphed during his intro speech, from Blondie the Confident Leader , into a man we have never seen before.

He was no longer wearing a 100 dollar polyester, J C Penny’s suit with wrinkled sleeves and a roll of excess fabric curling up around the back of his neck. He now was wearing a suit that could easily have cost tax payers fifty thousand dollars or more.

For the first time…

BLONDIE looked confident.

BLONDIE’S head was erect.

BLONDIE”S face was relaxed.

As I tried to understand what it was that I was seeing, BLONDIE changed characters and began his pitch.

Standing before us now, was Blondie, Mama’s Little Boy, a character whose identity never changed throughout the rest of the address.

BLONDIE’S well rehearsed New Face never changed, never smiled, never twitched the smallest of facial muscles.

Neither did the tilt of his head.

Some professionals refer to this bit of head posturing as “Looking Up At Mom.” I am told that such body language is usually only momentary; In this performance the tilt of BLONDIE’S head and the uncharacteristic mask of facial muscles remained the same during the entire act whether facing the Left or facing the Right.

BLONDIE was lying

So…

if this is all an act then who is running the country.

My best guess is The DOGMAN. His staff is already in place; they will follow the new plan when ordered to do so.

DOGMAN owns a company that buys and manages distressed companies. Most of his acquisitions were made during the last decade. He named his company after a mythical character from Hell.

I cannot read the future but I do pay attention. I am not a religious man but I discovered evidence of the strong possibility of The Memory of all Past and Future Events. I see no evidence that this Memory possesses a will or a reason to intercede in the problems of the material world. And I believe that this Memory possesses the greatest power of all and that this Power is Love. I have discovered as have others that LOVE HEALS.

I Accept The Love and I Pass It On.

ASK MR. LEE

ASK MR. LEE

I was seven years old, I was just beginning to learn how to live as a dyslexic child, I was becoming a great researcher and had just been informed by the school principal that I was to be moved to Harmony Elementary’s upper level to join a class of six graders.

My seat was to be on the back row and only three feet from the library door. I had been given a typewriter but it was noisy for classroom use. When my scribbles cried out for assistance I simply raised my hand and with a nod from Mrs Stuart I reached for the library doorknob and entered that part of my world that was to become my playground. My last name “Broom” was thoughtfully over looked’

On this particular day Mrs. Stuart began by drawing the class’ attention to “our new member; his name is Lee”.

By noon I was “Little Lee”.

“Don’t ask me-ask Little Lee” drew lots of titters and by 3:PM an occasional note of respect by a group of respecters whose grades were in the upper level…To them I was Mister Lee.

On June 12, 2019 I expect to celebrate my eightieth birthday.               I wonder what I will be called then.

 

 

 

WHY ME???

“Why me?” His eyes seemed to complete the question, the shrug of his shoulders mirroring the shrug of his upturned eyebrows but a realistic opinion would be that most guesses would be a bit off the mark.

Gerald was not questioning a Judge’s decision that he be confined for having committed an injustice; he was not  a fugitive, a sex offender or a terrorist;  perhaps his question may have revealed to those who knew him better, an implied a kinship of this kind of thinking to his secret shame for ideas which compelled him to seek answers to questions that would seem a foolish waste of time to the average person.

Gerald believed that he had not only discovered the secret of the existence of an omnipotent God but who this God is, has always been, when and how he was born and how that failed to contradict that He had always been and that he would be here for eternity. He was not the least bit mystified by the evidence that revealed that though God existed, technically He did not. Nor did it bother him to realize that a measure of Eternity could as easily be described as lasting for a trillionth of a second as to claim a larger figure, say a Trillion, trillion light years…?

Day 1: The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first.

Day 2: Eternity occurs in an instant.

Day 3: The Memory of Forever occurs in less than a trillionth of a second.

Day 4:  God begets His Great Self with the SNAP of His Metaphysical Fingers.Day

5: Every event but the first one is a response to the one before it.Day

6: The result: Total Knowledge of past and future events.

Day 7: The result: Total Love.

Singin' the bleus.