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"The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Much love peace and happiness. So, until next time, keep your eyes open and continue to listen for the buzzing sound of the coming plague of locusts.
I come here knowing that China one day will own our United States doesn't worry me in the least. I have no problem living with my ADD addled children. I just can't fill my head with enough $5 cafe lattes to stop my hands from shaking and sometimes when I'm in a crowd I long for a Columbine moment and that the screaming will just go away and that there will be enough prescription medicines for the ways that I feel, and will they leave me alone and move to the front of the line, shut up and pay their bills, move to the other lane, use their blinker, stop tailing me so closely, keep the noise down, turn up the heat, open a window, mow their lawn and for the love of all that is holy, stop making excuses and turn the channel.
Take a breath. Slow down. Relax.
Yes, I will get back to work, not a problem.
Just between you and me. I would love to start a revolution, but I just don't have the time. I have to pay off my credit card debt because as you know, the bills won't pay themselves.
Ciao. Adios. Goodbye.
Try to figure that one out.
"All history moves toward one great goal, the manifestation of God." Ulysses, James JoyceLet me begin by stating how nice it was to get a response from one of my many subscribers....albeit, trying to make me look like some kind of conspiracy theory nutter.....but I don't mind. I am what I am. I will say this, and that is, it is nice to get some forward thinking out of some of you....come one, come all. Please, don't let me be the only one spouting the hot air. We have Congress and our Governor, "Mr. Pencil head Chris Collinsworth look-a-like" to do that.
Thirdly, with every major American Airline looming toward bankruptcy, how long till the Federal Government owns and controls the skies? I mean, they already are gearing up for Space.
Just something everyone should know.....The neo-cons political strategy can be summed up in one sentence folks and here it is.......If you're against George W. Bush, then you're against God.
Sounds about right, doesn't it.
And lets all get down to Florida as soon as we can. Because low and behold, our current child of a President's little brother just passed a law allowing anyone who feels threatened, at any time or place to shoot the person or persons who is causing them to feel threatened.....NRA hallelujah!!! Shoot first, ask questions later.......shhh....what's that noise at the door, is it the wind, some reckless squirrels.....it might be a burglar or some one playing a prank, better get the gun....or wait, there are some black men headed my way on the sidewalk, better pull the gun out, or wait I'm black and there are some white men headed my way, better pull the gun out.....or, that threatening person in their behemoth SUV just cut me off on the freeway, they are going to get it, right between the eyes.
Whatever happened to the Jesus that these right wing defenders of God so furvently believe in....is there no New Testament anymore? I thought Florida was where the fight for right to life took place? Does anyone remember Terri Schiavo?
Mohatma, I am sincerely sorry.
And once again, a president promises more technological advances to ease the cost of gasoline prices. How many presidents is that now, every one we've had for the last thirty years....but so much does happen to advance technological breakthroughs and lessen our dependance on foreign oil.....sorry, my bad. Who runs the show?....Detroit and the Oil men. Guess how much money Exxon Mobil has been making in profit every minute, the first four months of this year......$60,000....every minute. Guess who's friends are all in the oil business....that's right G.W. He's trying real hard to lessen our dependance......you've got to believe him....it's real hard work....catching terrorists.....Osama where are you? Come out come out wherever you are? Damn it....it's just real hard work. Better tax the hell out of the middle class....someone has to pay for the beefed up military's fight on terror. Terror. Terror. Terror!! Scary stuff. Dick, can you leave the night light on for me?
And what about free Wi-Fi for every one in a urban dwelling. Sounds pretty nice don't it. But what exactly are the long term effects going to be? Or is it just a ploy to enforce one more step in a police state's way of global surveillance under the shroud of giving people what they want, or maybe another cause of cancer? Or maybe I just think too much? Or maybe everyone else doesn't think enough?
Questions questions questions...but here are some of my answers. Read Adbusters Magazine, just once. Watch the film JFK, just once. Visit www.prisonplanet.com just once. Watch the BBC news on PBS. Read more. Try to watch as little of the big 4 prime time television channels as possible...NBC, CBS, ABC, and especially FOX...yeah, were on to you Mr. Murdoch. Volunteer your time with a local charity, spend time with your children, and that doesn't mean setting them down in front of the T.V....read the Bible, the Koran, study Buddhism, the Kabbalah, Hinduism, the Torah, any religion whatsoever, but just don't start a crusade and slaughter innocent people just because their religious viewpoints may be different then yours or the land they habitate is a good pipeline to Caspian Oil reserves....wait, were already doing that.....but it's hard...it's real hard work to be good, when it is so damn easy to be bad. Until next time.....the revolution begins with a single scream.
"Baseball Ray, Baseball"
It is that time of year again. The leaves are going to be waking up to drops of rain, crying to be turned green. The arms stretching, the legs acheing and the opening of the cabins, after almost getting the fever from another winter. It is the rebirth of the seasons, the spring ahead and the eager anticipation of what is to come. It is the time of early evening, late afternoon strolls through the neighborhood, with the eminating smells of barbecues, the sounds of children laughing and the dogs barking at the passers-by. It is the ever burdensome chore of having to rake leaves after work, to mow the lawn again, to brush the salt from the curb into the street and to tolerate the ever changing mood swings of the weather. It is the time of traditions, stolen from the lines of CBS, "unlike any other".
For me and for the many countless mass of others, it is the hope that maybe this year will be the year that the Cubs will finally win a World Series....because hell, the end has to be near....if the Red Sox can do it, why not the Cubs? It is the breath that is being held to the hope that Joe Mauer's knees will hold out to produce what we as Twins fans know and fear, that maybe in the long run, we may have had Mark Prior....but then again, look what he's become the last year and a half.....and he may end up like another promising Donruss rookie card...ie; Gregg Jefferies or Ricky Jordan, and don't worry if some of you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, because, there are only a select few with the tolerance and patience and some sort of loss of common sense to care and love a sport that has been defined as our national pastime...and you know who you are.
A game without a time limit. A game that began with the soldiers of the Civil War, while in between battles of killing their fellow Americans, decided that they needed to unwind in a matter unbeloved by many, cherished by a multitude and tolerated by many a wife on a Saturday afternoon, and thanks to ESPN, Wednesday and Sunday night. From the suicidal hard hitting, base stealing, quite possibly the greatest to ever play the game, racist recklessness of Ty Cobb, to the almost baffoonly brilliant vice gripped sultan of swat, who may have been the best pitcher as well for that era, our cherished Babe, to the graceful strides of Dimaggio, the barrier breaking of Robinson, the confidence and perfection of the swing of Ted Williams, the ability to track down fly balls with his back turned to the infield Mays, a left handed fireballer named Kofax, a green monster defender simply known as Yas, because his last name is too hard to spell, and a showman called Reggie...to our now present time of drug testing, lockouts, 70 homerun seasons and salaries that eclipse life saving doctors, courage embedded fireman and the never dying hope of teachers everywhere that despite their lack of salary still continue to do what is necessary. To the men and women who see that the solution is to not build more prisons....but maybe ballparks.
But despite all of its present drawbacks, it is still and only a pastime. A way to relieve the stresses of our growing ever so rapidly monotonous routine of the traffic jams of 9-5, Monday thru Friday for 30 to 40 years of our lives....that makes it all worthwhile and necessary. To toss peanuts under your seat at the stadium, spit sunflower seeds in the summer sun, to throw the lids of our recently purchased frosty malt cups, to holler at an umpire and players hundreds of feet away, and to discuss will Ichiro be the man to finally hit .400 again? Where one doesn't have to be a 6-5 giant of 300lbs to be a success or 7ft tall, have a vertical leap of 45" or run a 4.2/40. All one has to do, is to do what is considered the most difficult thing in all of sport, and that is to hit a round ball coming towards you at 80-90mph with a round wooden bat, 60ft 6inches away. Now that's science....and that's what I call fun. The game that was and is our national pastime has a purpose. It is needed. It is America. Like the sport, we are not perfect, but we strive to be. So "friends, Romans, countrymen", lets play ball.