I am the original lost soul.
People plead not guilty when they damn well know that they're guilty and guilty when the prosecutor damn well knows that they're not; Such is the nature of the criminal justice system in the United States, where mutual dishonesty is forged into the official state record of the truth.
Now-a-days people parade their bigotry like it was a wounded soldier back from the war; in full regalia and in lock step with their neighbor. Many a lynching will be performed by the self-righteous. Many an evil event will be set in motion by those firmly convinced that God is on their side.
The longer I live the more I come to embrace the medieval view of creation. The vast majority of people are damned and rightfully so. The better angels of our nature have been stripped of their wings and lined up against the wall for summary execution. We wallow is in our own evil. Paradise was lost the second Man appeared on the scene.
There are days when "Fuck You" is the nicest thing you can say to anyone. Mondays and Tuesdays mostly, but the list varies.
I find joy where I may. In sounds that please my ear. In sights that catch my eye. In thoughts that delight my mind.
There are always enough hands to do the Devil's work.
Platitudes become attitudes.
A child learns how to further its personal goals by playing one parent against the other at a very early age. This pattern of behavior persists until it is no longer effective. Depending on the intelligence of this or her parents, sometimes the pattern persists throughout a lifetime.
The first question on the Fox pundit job application is "Are you stupid?" Answering "yes" won't always get you hired, but answering "no" will always result in additional time on the unemployment line.
Throughout the long winter, the heart sleeps. The mind reposes. At the window or at the hearth. The body moves only to keep warm. Its enthusiasm for life on the wain.
Nothing goes with plaid. Well, maybe polka dots or stripes, but nothing else.
Movie Parodies we never saw on SNL, but would have liked to see: Harold and Maude with Bud Cort and Bea Arthur. "God will get you for that Harold!"
No ending is happy, but all happiness comes to an end.
Shenanigans. The Irish have the perfect word for everything.
Oscar Wilde's sister was a pip.
Everyone ages. Do so gracefully if you can manage it.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Waiting. . .
Deep pockets. Shallow minds. Hollow hearts.
Evil always has excuses. Paradoxically, some of them are good.
"Guns for Toddlers." Donald Trump's latest idea intrigues his fellow republicans. They want to hear more, but only if the wee ones in question are Christian and White.
Every man is his own benchmark.
Remember what you need to. Forget what you can.
Half of life is waiting for the good stuff to happen. The other half is spent wondering why it never did.
Morning wisdom degenerates into mere common sense by mid-afternoon.
Eating One's Young: a Parent's Guide to crushing the life out of your children. Great name for a bad book, don't you think.
A Midsummer's Hard Day's Night. Ringo is Puck.
People don't pass away, they die. Grow up, world! You're adults now. Stop talking to each other like you're talking to young children. Life is harsh sometimes, but being an adult means being able to deal with harsh realities. Death is a harsh reality. Passing away is a pleasant fantasy.
Certainty is ignorance. Certainty is intolerance. Certainty is damnation.
If you still cling to the faith of your youth you have never really grown up. Popular religion has never fostered an adult view of the universe.
The when, the where, and the how are easily answered. The why is more difficult to nail down.
Conventional wisdom tends to be more conventional than wise.
Clouds: nature's Rorchach test in the sky.
Before the first definition, all terms are arbitrary.
It was a kind of crucifixion. A death in theological terms, if not an actual physical demise. Painful and dramatic and psychologically fatal.
The good die young and the wicked live forever.
Evil always has excuses. Paradoxically, some of them are good.
"Guns for Toddlers." Donald Trump's latest idea intrigues his fellow republicans. They want to hear more, but only if the wee ones in question are Christian and White.
Every man is his own benchmark.
Remember what you need to. Forget what you can.
Half of life is waiting for the good stuff to happen. The other half is spent wondering why it never did.
Morning wisdom degenerates into mere common sense by mid-afternoon.
Eating One's Young: a Parent's Guide to crushing the life out of your children. Great name for a bad book, don't you think.
A Midsummer's Hard Day's Night. Ringo is Puck.
People don't pass away, they die. Grow up, world! You're adults now. Stop talking to each other like you're talking to young children. Life is harsh sometimes, but being an adult means being able to deal with harsh realities. Death is a harsh reality. Passing away is a pleasant fantasy.
Certainty is ignorance. Certainty is intolerance. Certainty is damnation.
If you still cling to the faith of your youth you have never really grown up. Popular religion has never fostered an adult view of the universe.
The when, the where, and the how are easily answered. The why is more difficult to nail down.
Conventional wisdom tends to be more conventional than wise.
Clouds: nature's Rorchach test in the sky.
Before the first definition, all terms are arbitrary.
It was a kind of crucifixion. A death in theological terms, if not an actual physical demise. Painful and dramatic and psychologically fatal.
The good die young and the wicked live forever.
Small Stuff
Religion, as the enforcer of conventional morality, has been an abject failure. The damned have always outnumbered the saved. No matter what the prevailing view of proper behavior has amounted to. Greed twists creed.
Yesterday I dug a hole. Today I'm filling it in. As to the significance of that, you may draw your own conclusions.
I'd rather have ethics than morals.
Ben Carson demonstrates a monumental ignorance of just about everything outside of his own profession.
Merely a branch on the crucifixion tree.
A discerning assessment of light and shadow.
All week long I've had a Halloween hangover. Caused, no doubt, by a video cabinet full of unwatched horror movies and a belly full of leftover candy.
I've got my weekend shoes on. . . Really, I do.
I make my apologies and I write a check for the rent. As if poetry can justify a lifetime misspent.
Pill down the drain. Bad day ahead.
Only so much can be pried from the lips of the dying.
I struggle with the small stuff and am crushed by the large.
Brevity is the soul of wit. His speech was long-winded, soulless chatter.
Once you've buttered the toast you can't shove it back into the toaster.
Real ignorance can be awe inspiring.
I do not march towards the future as much as I slouch and creep. Out of step. Resisting orders. Ill-armed. God's perfect little soldier.
If I have to tell you why it's wrong, your probably won't understand why it's wrong. True morality is self-explanatory.
Information is effectively negated by misinformation. The big lie is always more palatable than the big truth.
The fringes have moved to the center of the political stream. Common sense is now radical thought.
Yesterday I dug a hole. Today I'm filling it in. As to the significance of that, you may draw your own conclusions.
I'd rather have ethics than morals.
Ben Carson demonstrates a monumental ignorance of just about everything outside of his own profession.
Merely a branch on the crucifixion tree.
A discerning assessment of light and shadow.
All week long I've had a Halloween hangover. Caused, no doubt, by a video cabinet full of unwatched horror movies and a belly full of leftover candy.
I've got my weekend shoes on. . . Really, I do.
I make my apologies and I write a check for the rent. As if poetry can justify a lifetime misspent.
Pill down the drain. Bad day ahead.
Only so much can be pried from the lips of the dying.
I struggle with the small stuff and am crushed by the large.
Brevity is the soul of wit. His speech was long-winded, soulless chatter.
Once you've buttered the toast you can't shove it back into the toaster.
Real ignorance can be awe inspiring.
I do not march towards the future as much as I slouch and creep. Out of step. Resisting orders. Ill-armed. God's perfect little soldier.
If I have to tell you why it's wrong, your probably won't understand why it's wrong. True morality is self-explanatory.
Information is effectively negated by misinformation. The big lie is always more palatable than the big truth.
The fringes have moved to the center of the political stream. Common sense is now radical thought.
Uncertainties
For society to advance, it must be willing to tolerate uncertainty. Certainty is stagnation.
Health science has shown that the best type of walk is the silly walk.
Driving on the freeway at night with new glasses is not a pleasurable activity.
The fear of eminent death is nothing compared with the terror of aging.
Drowning in this sea of consciousness. Stoned by the word. Metaphored to death.
The upwardly mobile sheep is still a sheep.
Born with a silver spoon up his ass.
Every time the man opens his mouth something stupid falls out.
The lies we tell ourselves are far worst than anything an outsider could concoct.
There is nothing less likely to fill one with the milk of human kindness than the drive to work in the morning.
Ah, Saturday, king of days! Let us fall down on our knees to sing your praises!! We salute your god-like presence at the end of the week!!!
The Cubs have lost and Jesus has gone back to Heaven. The Second Coming has been postponed for yet another year.
I didn't do it. I'm not to blame. It was San Andreas' fault.
You gotta watch where you step around here. I guess that's a good motto for life in general.
Time is an unreliable friend. It heals yes but, ultimately, it kills.
The inverse square law of celebrity. The smaller one's talent the larger the public's fascination with one's life and activities.
Fame is fleeting, but infamy is forever. Nobody remembers who Edwin Booth was, but everyone recognizes both the name and the face of his younger bother, John.
Only a believer can blaspheme.
Mornings are for anxiety.
Health science has shown that the best type of walk is the silly walk.
Driving on the freeway at night with new glasses is not a pleasurable activity.
The fear of eminent death is nothing compared with the terror of aging.
Drowning in this sea of consciousness. Stoned by the word. Metaphored to death.
The upwardly mobile sheep is still a sheep.
Born with a silver spoon up his ass.
Every time the man opens his mouth something stupid falls out.
The lies we tell ourselves are far worst than anything an outsider could concoct.
There is nothing less likely to fill one with the milk of human kindness than the drive to work in the morning.
Ah, Saturday, king of days! Let us fall down on our knees to sing your praises!! We salute your god-like presence at the end of the week!!!
The Cubs have lost and Jesus has gone back to Heaven. The Second Coming has been postponed for yet another year.
I didn't do it. I'm not to blame. It was San Andreas' fault.
You gotta watch where you step around here. I guess that's a good motto for life in general.
Time is an unreliable friend. It heals yes but, ultimately, it kills.
The inverse square law of celebrity. The smaller one's talent the larger the public's fascination with one's life and activities.
Fame is fleeting, but infamy is forever. Nobody remembers who Edwin Booth was, but everyone recognizes both the name and the face of his younger bother, John.
Only a believer can blaspheme.
Mornings are for anxiety.
Several Small Nothings
Just be yourself. Unless you're a total asshole. In that case, be someone else. That's my advice.
The myth of perfection is more easily maintained from afar than at closer proximity.
We are all at our best when we are alone.
Shit happens. In fact, mostly shit happens. That is to say: shit happens more than anything else happens.
Long night. Weird dreams. Welcome to my life.
Here is a man who has clearly had one martini too many from the open bar of life. . .
Be careful what you take on faith, least you be taken in by faith.
Nothing has brought out the racist in the average American more than having a black president. What was supposed to be a hopeful sign -- of a supposedly increasing color blind society -- has instead exposed the intolerant, illogical, paranoid, racist underbelly of American culture.
A big nothing followed by several small nothings.
It never ends; then, it ends.
Once you've stepped in the quicksand there is no way out. Struggle only kills you quicker. Calmness buys you time, but time only means a slower death.
"It's neat, it's more than neat, it's Cugat."
Relegated to the trash heap of linguistic history.
The times in which religion has marred natural behavior are as least as great as the times it has improved it.
It all goes by so fast. Keep your eyes open and enjoy the scenery.
Some people should just be slapped.
The myth of perfection is more easily maintained from afar than at closer proximity.
We are all at our best when we are alone.
Shit happens. In fact, mostly shit happens. That is to say: shit happens more than anything else happens.
Long night. Weird dreams. Welcome to my life.
Here is a man who has clearly had one martini too many from the open bar of life. . .
Be careful what you take on faith, least you be taken in by faith.
Nothing has brought out the racist in the average American more than having a black president. What was supposed to be a hopeful sign -- of a supposedly increasing color blind society -- has instead exposed the intolerant, illogical, paranoid, racist underbelly of American culture.
A big nothing followed by several small nothings.
It never ends; then, it ends.
Once you've stepped in the quicksand there is no way out. Struggle only kills you quicker. Calmness buys you time, but time only means a slower death.
"It's neat, it's more than neat, it's Cugat."
Relegated to the trash heap of linguistic history.
The times in which religion has marred natural behavior are as least as great as the times it has improved it.
It all goes by so fast. Keep your eyes open and enjoy the scenery.
Some people should just be slapped.
Crawling Back Into a Hole
And what Ivy League school did your degree in political science come from?
It was a time I will always remember. And sometimes I wonder how I live with the memory. So sweet and so bitter. So much hope and so much confusion and pain. The autumn of my thirty-third year.
He told me that he had always wanted a smoking jacket, so I set his coat on fire.
Failure is the beginning of greatness, not the end.
Crawling back into a hole. And glad for the shelter.
For most people, the glass isn't half full or half empty, it's mostly empty.
He who remains optimistic with no good cause is a fool at best, blind at worst, and possibly developmentally challenged.
Pollyanna is dead and her body lies moldering in the ground.
I'm declaring this Friday "Punch the Optimist" Day.
You may call a shit hole anything you like, but it's still a shit hole.
Christians remained a marginalized sub-group within the Roman Empire until the powerful and the wealthy discovered that belief in the Christian God could be used as a medium for social control.
There is nothing more brutal, more confining, more life-draining than state religion.
The enlightenment began only when the church took her boot off of the common man's neck. Thus, blood was once again allowed to pump freely to the European brain.
Religion isn't about personal faith, it's about public creeds and institutional control.
First the Peach Festival. Now National Library Card Sign-up Week. The international jet set continue to flock to Romeo to satiate their decadent desires.
"Bristol Palin" that's native Alaskan for "shit for brains."
It was a time I will always remember. And sometimes I wonder how I live with the memory. So sweet and so bitter. So much hope and so much confusion and pain. The autumn of my thirty-third year.
He told me that he had always wanted a smoking jacket, so I set his coat on fire.
Failure is the beginning of greatness, not the end.
Crawling back into a hole. And glad for the shelter.
For most people, the glass isn't half full or half empty, it's mostly empty.
He who remains optimistic with no good cause is a fool at best, blind at worst, and possibly developmentally challenged.
Pollyanna is dead and her body lies moldering in the ground.
I'm declaring this Friday "Punch the Optimist" Day.
You may call a shit hole anything you like, but it's still a shit hole.
Christians remained a marginalized sub-group within the Roman Empire until the powerful and the wealthy discovered that belief in the Christian God could be used as a medium for social control.
There is nothing more brutal, more confining, more life-draining than state religion.
The enlightenment began only when the church took her boot off of the common man's neck. Thus, blood was once again allowed to pump freely to the European brain.
Religion isn't about personal faith, it's about public creeds and institutional control.
First the Peach Festival. Now National Library Card Sign-up Week. The international jet set continue to flock to Romeo to satiate their decadent desires.
"Bristol Palin" that's native Alaskan for "shit for brains."
The Way It Is
They cut down all of the large trees -- some of them a hundred years old or more -- along Ewell. Why? Some mischief of Saraman's, no doubt.
Fuck you: a term of extreme disdain, based on a cavalier attitude toward sex.
What is written in the stars frequently perplexes the planets.
The fruit on the vine is poisonous. A midnight snack of nightshade. A delicacy to turn the body cold. A tasty end to worry and pain.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at my reflection. This is me. I see myself, but no one else does.
It's all written in code. A cipher understood by one and only one. The story of my life.
The days grow shorter and emptier. A glass drunk to the dregs. Barely enough wine left to wet a pair of parched lips.
Stupidity this fine must have been nurtured from an early age. I blame his mother.
Free will is a problematic concept at best.
I have nothing to offer but an unreasonable facsimile of hope.
In North America, it's Santa Claus and his caribou.
History changes, the past remains the same.
I have no active belief in God. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. I have been offered none. Thus, the existence or non-existence of a deity has no effect on how I live my life.
This is not the way it was supposed to be, this is not the way I wanted it to be, this is only the way it is.
In the democracy of the damned every wicked soul has his say.
My objective soul abuses my subjective heart.
Fuck you: a term of extreme disdain, based on a cavalier attitude toward sex.
What is written in the stars frequently perplexes the planets.
The fruit on the vine is poisonous. A midnight snack of nightshade. A delicacy to turn the body cold. A tasty end to worry and pain.
I stand in front of the mirror and look at my reflection. This is me. I see myself, but no one else does.
It's all written in code. A cipher understood by one and only one. The story of my life.
The days grow shorter and emptier. A glass drunk to the dregs. Barely enough wine left to wet a pair of parched lips.
Stupidity this fine must have been nurtured from an early age. I blame his mother.
Free will is a problematic concept at best.
I have nothing to offer but an unreasonable facsimile of hope.
In North America, it's Santa Claus and his caribou.
History changes, the past remains the same.
I have no active belief in God. Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. I have been offered none. Thus, the existence or non-existence of a deity has no effect on how I live my life.
This is not the way it was supposed to be, this is not the way I wanted it to be, this is only the way it is.
In the democracy of the damned every wicked soul has his say.
My objective soul abuses my subjective heart.
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