We’d All Like Some Cake
We are trying to do the right thing, that is most of us are, as in nine in ten of us are. There is one in every group… Truth is, we’re now a hoard and most of the problems we face are those of our outpaced growth. The hoard wants what the hoard wants which is what every good corporation or bad cancer wants, it wants.
Nine of us just want a happy day, or life as it turns out to be. All of us want to eat and care for our families but Uncle Fred could give a hoot Continue reading Bless Our Poor Little Hearts
Getting cold out and a rich sugary dessert is just what a poor soul woul relish this time in history. Cooked white rice, an inexpensive staple, white sugar, the devil’s own, sweet cinnamon, ground up tree bark, butter, squeezed from a cow with some chopped dates, found at the apex of certain palms and diced figs, recently dug up, or so it would appear. After a repast of dissimilar foodstuffs the treat described above was a completion of the picture.
And the poor live like kings. Exotic fruits, aromatic spices, rich nutritive grains and cow squeezins from all over the globe, there’s no complaints. They can get in their cars and go. They can raid the merchants and come back. Even the poor can raid the merchants using tact, shopping the sales, buying used and day old, mending, alterations, upcycling and what not. Socks can be washed sterile and at 55c a pair neither foot will feel a breeze. The poor are not naked, unless by volition.
The poor eat well, the poor can travel, by volition, the poor can dress well, with tact, the poor can stay warm and dry without fear of ricochet, in most cases. The poor are entertained. They can go to a place and borrow a book that has truths in it a hundred years old or watch a screen with lies only a minute old. They can watch the sky rampant above the forever landscape, in places where there are no fees or strictures. There the poor can reflect on the oldest of thoughts. That it might be tough to squeeze a cow in it is perhaps better to let others do it.
Historically, globally the poor do not have it so well. Roofs and food are not in abundance, forget the figs. In another time they were killed for thier meager things. In another place they still are. Or killed for their thoughts, always best kept to oneself, killed for their appearance or sound or just for sport. In this place and time it still is true. Still, here and now the poor can have dessert so there is no complaint. Revolutions start in empty stomachs.
Wonder what kind of machine squezzes cows?
Cow Squeezing Machine
Here are a few select quotes from ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’, Chapter 7, Monseigneur In Town.
A sumptuous man was the Farmer General. Thirty horses stood in his stable, twenty four male domestics sat in his halls, six body-women waited upon his wife….. (We get it, he was rich and as to those he intrusted with the public business and who they were ….) Military officers destitute of military knowledge; naval officers with no idea of a ship; civil officers without a notion of affairs; brazen ecclesiastics, of the worst world worldly, with sensual eyes, loose tongues, and looser lives; all totally unfit for their several callings, all lying horribly in pretending to belong to them, but all nearly or remotely of the order of Monseigneur, and therefore foisted on all public employments from which anything was to be got;
Charles Dickens and many others have spelled it out for us and still the same mistakes are repeated, generation to generation.
Perfectly timed to accommodate the new regime, several large entities, Twitter, Google, Facebook et al have announced measures to abridge free speech on their platforms. Google may no longer permit news sites to call it as they see it and make a profit, Facebook is fed up, it doesn’t like being called a media company and Twitter has written algorithms that purse out filthy words, like unit, casaba and protuberant.
Granted, the issue of freedom of speech is a prickly one, the line an editor must walk is narrow, almost untenable but not really necessary. The Yellow Press advocates freedom of speech in all its manifestations, unbridled, unleashed and unhinged.
Things will be said, vile, vulgar things, cruel, unkind things, things that are better off left unsaid. That’s the point. The first crack in the dam was the law prohibiting yelling “fire” in a theater. Textbook. Makes perfect sense, as most things usually do when seen through the eyes of our individual or collective personal point of view. It’s crazy to yell “fire” in a crowded theater, you might be the one trampled and maimed, during or after. But no law is needed, just the occasional trampling and maiming will curb the practice.
Argue all you want about what the founding fathers meant when they added that clause, you weren’t there, you don’t know. It says freedom of speech, set it free, let fly.
Neither governments nor corporations should muzzle us. Make yourself a nuisance, but in a quiet impressive, to be respected and emulated manner. People are still saying intelligent things. It’s just harder to hear them. Heed your mad poets.
Air pushes past some soft tissue we modify to utter sounds that we feel express our thoughts, it’s only noise. Let’s keep it that way.
Genocide of 500000 ethnic Ukrainians who were citizens of the Second Polish
Republic and they were expelled from their homeland in the Poland
People’s Republic to Soviet Ukraine in 1945-1951. According to the
agreement between the Government of the Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic
and Polish Committee of National Liberation evacuation of Ukrainian
population from the territory Poland and Polish citizens from the territory
of the USSR signed September 9, 1944 which was forcibly deportation
Ukrainian population who were citizens of the Second Polish Republic. Yalta
(Crimea) Conference of the Allied Powers (4 -11 February 1945) – the
meeting of leaders of the anti-Hitler coalition – the USSR, the US and the
UK – during the Second World War, dedicated to the establishment of the
post-war world order. It was necessary to install unofficial but generally
accepted by all parties to the line between the spheres of influence of the
Allies – the work which was begun at the Tehran Conference in 1943. The
redistribution of boundaries Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin, having gone on
mutual concessions, agreed on almost all counts. As a result, the land where
ethnic Ukrainians lived for centuries were given to Poland. In another
agreement was signed during the Continue reading New Film Covers Ukrainian Genocide
A suspicious rise in sales of police and security uniforms has several states and municipalities looking to restrict the sale of such items to official agencies only. An informal survey of several uniform sales outlets that specialize in the manufacture and sales of uniforms for security professionals has indicated that a substantial rise in the sales of uniforms, badges and accessories has s occurred over the last several months that cannot be attributed to the usual upswing in sales that typically precedes the Halloween season. More disturbing is the pattern that such sales are increasing in areas associated with increased crime levels. Speaking on condition of anonymity a spokesman for PSGI, the Professional Security Garment Industry, a trade group that furthers the interests of makers of specialty clothing for police, firefighters and various security agencies, Cal Wilkie informed The Yellow Press that it had been tracking the increased sales for several years but had only noticed the dramatic rise in recent months. “We normally see a small bump that can be attributed to Halloween but this year the increase is dramatic. “He said, “our first instinct was that it was a foreign influence and that perhaps the sales were to immigrants bent on perpetrating another 9/11 type attack under the guise of police and security professionals. But on closer inspection we noticed that while the sales were up in poorer areas it was typically in red states and places where there were a large proportion of so-called conservatives. We aren’t sure, and there is no law against wearing clothing that looks like a police uniform unless one actually identifies themselves as an officer of the law, but we think that some of the sales are to groups planning to take the law into their own hands dependent upon the outcome of the November election.”
This week in news from the right:
Sara Palin bumps head, no harm done. Sara Palin, former vice presidential candidate took a tumble while running recently and stumbled upon some rocks, cracking open her head a bit but spilling nothing important. She explained, in a bit of a rambling discourse. “It was Hillary’s fault, she always comes to mind when trouble occurs, or Satan, and while I was thinking about where to place my foot while running the rocky path I thought of how she is always lying and putting her foot in her mouth and I fell, which is to tell the truth a bit embarrassing as I never fell when I was a cheerleader and those routines are quite complicated you know what with the pom-poms being different colors and all but not good old red, white and blue.”
Mouthpiece Sean Hannity says Kaepernick should STFUp. Colin Kaepernick, the sports figure who is currently embroiled in controversy because he failed to stand during the playing of the national anthem at a recent ballgame as a quiet protest of the nations unjust treatment of minorities has drawn comments from numerous sources, some condemnation at his lack of patriotism, some praise at his determination to voice his discontent and some level headed reflection on the nature of freedom of speech. Right wing voice celebrity commentator Sean Hannity was more red in the face than the tightness of his girdle could explain when he said, “Kaepernick is paid a lot to perform. He should stand when told to, sit on command, bark, heel, go, fetch, roll over and lie down.”
Trumps chumps continue to churn out entertainment. Around the country the fun continues as Chumps for Trump continue their crusade behind their chosen leader. One fine fellow says women shouldn’t be allowed to vote unless they follow his advice on birth control. Another exemplar says this about today’s progressive women.
Codpiece Trump, or his Nibs as he is sometimes called has cancelled some appearances after misplacing both his hair stylist and baseball cap at the same time. “Suzie’s the best I tell you, the best and without her or my cap I can’t appear. Someone send a plane back to Cleveland for the cap. It’s my favorite cap, you know the one with the two letters on it. Oh and pick up Suzie on the way back, Melania borrowed her and now I need her back.” Codpiece said. Rallies for the next few days have been cancelled so Trump can adequately recover from the shock. His faithful are grilling weenies in sympathy, awaiting word of his return to the national stage. Codpiece Trump has vowed to continue his rapprochement of his primary rival for the position on most significant weevil on the planet, Crooked Hillary, saying, “Look at her, the only thing attractive about her is her beer barrel calves. I can find better at the dollar store. And I can shop anywhere, New York, Lithuania, Paris, California.”
To look at it it doesn’t seem like much yet consider that we live like kings. A daub of horseradish mustard as condiment, a slightly crisp hamburger patty, still as uniform as when it came off the factory floor but smaller, burned and salted, and the salubrious tater tots crowding the plate. Kings from days gone past might not have eaten so swell.
Complain about our leaders and those that might soon be, all for show and Rome burns as they fiddle around but we are still eating good. Some lunatic took a knife to several people in Japan, others beheaded a priest in Normandy, in Somalia one set off a bomb killing himself and others and globally these incidents flare up and are soon forgotten save those touched directly by them. There is still food on the plate for most, starvation is not so common as it once was.
There are roads and routes of travel that permit us to be in winter one day and summer the next. Before, whole ships would be found drifting upon the open ocean, their stricken crew all dead of the disease they found exploring new worlds before they could bring it home. Today athletes from all corners of the globe will converge upon one small area with a infectious virus that they may return home with to spread the plague more widely. But we live like kings, the royal physicians are working on the problem and we eat well and have our entertainments.
Our forebears were astonished to discover that as horses ran they truly did have all four hooves off the ground at one point, today we may put a visor on and control the actions of aircraft halfway around the world. We are living like kings, the sword that worried Damocoles will likely steer clear of our hamburger and tater tots, why worry about it now while dessert is in the offing?
It paints quite a scene for the aspen covered forest stroll don’t it?