Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The Summer Sun is Shining on the Potato Salad

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

What is is the was of what will be but now is all we ever have. If you don't get this you are invited to dream on.

If you are an American, as I once was before I knew better, I am guessing you are as proud as punch that 'only in America', we have a trustworthy democratic system that is as incorruptible as potato salad sitting in the hot sun for hours at a Fourth of July picnic. Here is clear evidence at one of the principle active agent locations where the effect of sunlight on mayonnaise is a growth industry. BUT... when you have equally incorruptible and exceedingly humble candidates like this (cough) stellar example of sunlight on the potato salad it's win win. ♫You can't have one. You can't have one. You can't have one without the other!♫

If you need ongoing proof of Mr. Apocalypse rocking the Cashbar, you need only peruse Ben Carson's resume of a scholarship to West Point and his protection of white folk during riot time. Why would someone with such a level of prominence be motivated to tell the kinds of lies you can hear on a barstool in the local pub any day from opening to closing, as all the Vietnam Vets that never were, tell their tales of war heroics ( cue Bruce Springsteen- Glory Days)? Mr. Apocalypse is whispering in their ears. By the time this is over, Ben and his buddies will all be dead certain that they were the catalyst for Theseus making it back to Greece with The Golden Fleece.

I've had a lot of interesting things happen to me in this life. Once I got to hang out with Elvis Presley and even had a chance get deeper into his day to day but I walked away because he was surrounded by hard cases that didn't want someone added to their number and I've always hated the idea of being a hanger on of anyone but the ineffable. I've told this story and others any number of times but you know what? Not a single lady ever slept with me because of them and I never made a dime out of spinning the tales. What you get is an ego boost in your own mind; nothing more. Why would any man or woman need an ego boost when we are all potentially a friend of the ineffable? I can't think of a higher honor. Let us say I get nominated for the Nobel Prize in literature (never going to happen). Do I want to be listed with the same kind of flacks ( in an unfortunate number) who won simply because their winning was part of a program of promotion that I want no part of? It would be like winning The Peace Prize. Look at some of the people who have. The whole Nobel process and just about all award constructs of any sort have all been politicized and weaponized.

Awards are one thing. Standing the test of time is another. Being a big deal in a fortunate karma segment of time and being completely forgotten once you are gone is one thing. Being relatively unknown in your manifest segment of time and... well, doesn't it make sense to aspire to a higher state of service, regardless of the kind of notoriety that results in more flies and mosquitoes buzzing around your head? Some people seem to think it is a positive tradeoff. I can't imagine why. A real success is to be able to go about your life with the fewest other lifeforms being able to bug and bother you.

This is an age of lunacy and hypocrisy having sex with each other in public places. Here is a lovely example of the two in flagrante delicto. The insanity is happening at every level People just lie with never a concern in the world and it troubles them not at all that they provide no verification whatsoever, or resort to politically correct jargon in self defense of their pompous idiocies. Here is some telling evidence of the sort of ruthless sophists running amok in the educational system. Meanwhile... there is a raging violence of mindless thugs, transplanted into formerly civilized zones by chief Rothschild agent- Little Georgie Sorrows. Most definitely heads are going to roll.

There seems to be no limit to venal hungers of the privileged. That she cannot see the irony is impressive. We have posted here only a very small portion of the many examples of wack that we are encountering in our travels each day.

It is everywhere you go. I have spent most of the last year, except for my still inexplicable assault, in a more or less easy going situation here where I have been living. Then the son of my landlady has appeared and decided that he is going to dictate everything that can or cannot take place here in one of the more dysfunctional perspectives that I have seen in some while. It is time to move on and I was in no mood for it but one does what they must. Quality of life is job one so... somehow... in the next month and a half, Mr. Visible has to find a new location. I suspect the hand of the ineffable in this and- truth be told- even basic services promised to me long ago have failed to materialize. I have long noted the fog of confusion and laid back lassitude that is a ubiquitous reality here in the islands. Never have I encountered such a large group of say anything and do nothing residents; not to mention simply not showing up, even when you are intending to pay them to do so.

I was dumbfounded when I managed resorts on Maui at how often people that I was going to give a good sum of money to, wouldn't even put in an appearance to provide the service they were being well paid for. Sometimes this was several hundred dollars a pop but... then I had to call someone else and someone else and sometimes weeks later the original client would appear all bent out of shape because I hadn't waited for them to show up. You really can't let maintenance for plumbing problems and similar concerns simply hang in space for the convenience of the serial tardy.

I have learned a great many painful lessons about taking people at their word or relying on their professed competence. I've never been able to fully understand these things because I have never operated that way myself. If I say I am going to be somewhere, I show up. If I say I am going to do something I do it. That has always seemed to me to be the best policy but it is more often than not, not the policy around these locations. You just have to laugh and stay proactive. It makes no sense to get angry. The world is in such a turmoil in so many places and at any time it could get exponentially worse. There are powerful entities working tirelessly in that direction and they are crazy. They are insane. Another world war looks like the best demonstration of their time and attention. They have no concern for the lives disrupted or lost. These things are mere ciphers to them. That qualifies as crazy in my book.

All over the world there are tens of millions of people living in a state of emergency. Something like 47% of the population in America is living below the poverty line. The domestic police forces are experiencing some sort of intense brain fever. They are shooting cattle ranchers and 6 year old kids. They are body slamming the elderly up against their cars. They are shooting a guy in a department store who is holding a BB gun for purchase while talking on the phone. Dozens of events like these play out every single day in The Land of the Free. Well over a thousand people have been killed this year for reasons that remain a mystery. The police threw a flashbang grenade into a home without even announcing their presence and injured 3 small children. They tossed one into a crib earlier in the last year or so. They are routinely beating people down in public and this has become a growth industry for Political Correctness Nazis. The amount of things going wrong or threatening to escalate into all kinds of tragedies is off the charts and now there is all these ominous earthquake signs in Oklahoma and elsewhere. Some of it is caused by fracking and some of it may just be the spirit of the Earth pushed to extremes it will no longer tolerate.

With all of this happening, it would be petty and selfish of me to complain overly about the inconveniences I suffer or the more than occasional uncertainties that manifest. When I compare my situation with millions of other souls I try to keep a sane perspective and fulsome gratitude always uppermost in my heart. It could be ever so much worse. I am not only grateful for the small kindness of every day but especially that I am not possessed by the sort of consciousness exampled in the links provided today. It is one of the greatest things in the world simply to not be stupid; avaricious, vain, obsessed with compulsions and irrational drives. Of course, none of us are immune to these possibilities so it pays to pay attention at all times. Nearly all of our troubles begin in our minds, prior to manifesting in our lives.

We need to practice a calm, stability and consistency in our being. The world is only secondarily our concern. We are our own greatest concern because that has everything to do with the way the world appears to us and what it presents us with. There's that great line in Kipling's poem, “If”,
“If you can keep your head when all about you. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,” Oh... let's just post the whole poem.

“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”

A heroic piece and certainly possessing some amount of good advice. At least it does for me. It is also a reminder that a hundred years ago and a hundred years before that and that... life has always been fraught with the same challenges and difficulties. Some times look better to us at a distance but perhaps they were not and it really all depends on our position in the mix more than anything else. Time will tell and we shall see.

End Transmission.......

15 comments:

Doug Pearson said...

Down here where I live in Mexico you get the people who are late for fix it appointments all the time. I've had people call to say they would be an hour late and then not show up at all. Used to bug me real bad but me being bugged didn't seem to fix anything. That's just the way she goes sometimes. It is a slight inconvenience. It isn't a problem.
When you're having a wedding celebration and the US military drones it killing and maiming the people there and then blows away the rescue people....that is a problem.

Karen Norman said...

Someone said to me a while back, 'let's see what you've got', in relation to what I could do with who I AM, at least that was my understanding of the comment. Your Kipling poem illustrates nicely why this comment brought a smile to my face, you see while the majority of people are out there trying to change the world I have simply been trying to refine who I AM. It occurred to me some while ago that the constantly shifting canvas, which is the backdrop to life, is not within my control, but how I respond or react to that canvas is. The Divine showed me some time back that I am not here to change the world but to refine myself to the best of my ability whilst within it. The Divine has assured me that the best way to help this world is to BE my highest self as often as possible. I have also been encouraged by the Divine to see those people who cause me to stumble as my teachers, not enemies. While I am in this world I am not of it so most of the carnage is avoided, but this does not mean I live in a bubble. Whilst I am quite the hermit the Divine still arranges opportunities to learn. Only last week I had a recently retired SAS soldier turn up on my doorstep late at night in the pouring rain, extremely outraged because someone had put a gun to his head. He wanted to use our phone in order to get his gun and knives dropped off so he could go and kill the four man who had cheated him of his winnings (it was Melbourne Cup day) and then forced him to leave at gunpoint. I had only met this soldier briefly on one other occasion at my neighbours home, but although he was somewhat of a stranger I let him in. I made him a coffee to help sober him up, gave him a towel to dry his self, and we say patiently waited for his ride to arrive. I pointed out to the soldier that if he went and killed the four men he would also have to kill me because I would be a witness against him if questioned in a court of law. I have no doubt that had this soldier had his weapons on him when the incident occurred chaos would have unfolded, but it appears quiet cajoling and whispers of common sense had some effect because to the best of my knowledge no such murder spree occurred.

Although I lead a fairly quiet existence I still find myself in bizarre circumstances. Recently these circumstances range from doing an all night stint at the hospital as a support to a suicide victim and playing defender to a friend who was having her house emptied by an irate ex who walked out on her. Let's just say life is anything but dull. My main focus is to maintain my equilibrium whilst trying to provide assistance in the best way I can to others. I don't worry about what is going on in the bigger picture because worry is futile, I simply try to keep wading to keep my head above the water so I don't drown, and when a drowning victim enters my vicinity I render assistance as best I can, constantly mindful of how desperate a drowning person is so they do not take me down with them. I provide assistance but I do not become others main support as that is up to them, all I do is help them wade for a while until they are strong enough to do it for their self, otherwise I become too tired and we both sink :o).

It is my experience that the best way to overcome fear of the world we currently inhabit is to focus on your immediate surroundings and take it as it comes. Live in the moment, and be present in the now, which is where your post began.

Luv Kazz

Anonymous said...

Pierre said...

excellent poem, if I wasn't too busy reading up on the Jews I'd do a lot more of a lot more good done by better men than me, gunja din.....

"And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”
or coming from Makows site and the talk of cultural marxism and the war against men, and the Huxelian Gay New World, pooficracy in the making, whites especially, Neil Diamond adds.
"you'll be a woman soon".

and that's probably where R.E.M. got their Everybody Hurts chant, "Hold On".

things now old were new back then. my second last book. 1797, and he was 13 years after the divine struck that courier with lightening (who was going from the Rothschilds home town).
http://conspiracyarchive.com/PROOFS_OF_A_CONSPIRACY_John_Robison.pdf

and wot' Jesus said (reputedly).

or REM again, it's the end or the world as we know it.
with Fukushima, no, it's the end of the world full stop, though 'slow burn' as you said. I hope I am wrong. On The Beach , extended edition.

Anonymous said...

Hey thanks for the Kipling! Great stuff.

Also nice to hear that 'ole professor Click ended up having to resign one of her positions at the school. My first reaction is to say ,"Good riddance you horrid commie bitch", but then Kipling popped back into mind so I guess I won't say that, but then I already did.

Had a nice time sitting at the Veterans Day ceremony today listening about all the sacrifice that was given by our soldiers. Interesting that they use the word "sacrifice." Other meanings came to mind. I suppose I could have yelled out that it was all for bankers, but we all know how that would've ended. Funny how we have to camelfage ourselves in certain situations. I'm a veteran and please don't thank me for my service. Thankfully I pissed off enough people there that they got rid of me before I might have become a part of the killing.

Another good reason to leave was that the water at camp leisure was contaminated and lots of people who lived there in the 70s and 80's are dead now from leukemia. They knew about it but did nothing and told no one until it was obvious. That's because "marines take care of their own." Yeah.

Jim

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Anonymous said...

I'm not much for poetry (probably because we had to memorize 600 lines a year in Catholic school)
but I memorized "If" and have always loved it and found it useful. I think it's an inspired piece and accessible to all.
Bryan Carney

mike m said...

Ha, University of Missouri where Michael Sam came "out" and licked cake icing off his boyfriends face after getting drafted by the NFL! They must be tied real tight down there in the " show me" state .
Fucking Idiots

torus said...

Kipling said alot of things, most of it for his own edification.

"However the world pretends to divide itself, there are only two divisions in the world today - human beings and Germans."

The New York Slimes couldn't have said it any better.

mike m said...

Mike Tyson was a total bad ass before Cuts D'Amato passed. The vultures arrived shortly after.

Anonymous said...

Torus@ 2:09 AM.I've not heard that quote from Kipling before but it was probably made after his
son was killed on the Western Front in WW1.No doubt that made him bitter and twisted but he did
write things in happier times that make me and many others laugh like children to this day.The
Just So Stories being my favourite example.To bring joy for so long to so many is a gift and I
thank him for it (and of course the One who actually inspired it). You have to be a worthy vessel
though so I think there was much good in him.

Of Germans ,Ursula Haverbeck is also an inspiration.

Bryan Carney

Tom said...

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

and...they did 9,11

Visible said...

As a kid I thought Mowgli was the coolest.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

me too.

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

and Tarzan!

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