The soil is turning worthless by the minute. Though not all of it. I know what I would do to my garden if it didn't produce. But I have to say repressive regimes have a tendency to drive the mind from within. Insurgency. This heat is in a way a type of fertilizer that produces enough for the gardener to be content with the results. Who are we to question this method of procreation or existance. Its all about collecting the value. Forming the temple, spriritually described in Revelation. Not by flesh. We need these powers of fear spreading freedom removing agents. They are ingridients that have permeated time, therefore necessary. Quite useful. God himself fought through these forces to bring about true freedom. It is all about the few. The many inadvertantly help in all of this by disbelief. Their seal of disbelief locks them out of the paths the few tread. Yes, it is hard to be the few. But not without reward. God had 7 thousand not bend their knee to Baal. Today we are here and will be until it is over. This is a motivator. To enjoy the trip there knowing you help. Earth is beautiful. Courage if you are inside "the city." Jerusalem from above, the headcourters of our faith. Not earth bound. Courage if you are outside for that is the path your mind can afford. Live it since the sun shines on you and on me the same.
I'm cheering with tears right up the "rise up and eject" statement, Mr. Einstein. With this generation, that's like leading a three-year-old out of day care and leaving them at the bus stop with a pat on the back. Our forty-somethings have no idea in the world what we even mean by freedom.
Advances in propaganda science and secret police black ops had obviously made political movements a joke by the 1960s. We are not going to "eject" ensconced power without learning to think, breathe, and practice daily, hourly, personal resistance, and every essay on the subject must at least point to a praxis that leads through first steps . Yes, I am keeping up with reading your qolrm work, and finding much agreement between us. But we need to teach things like, "If you cannot live without debt, you are enslaving yourself and your children. Pare back your lifestyle until you achieve a level you can afford." You know, what used to constitute basic common sense. "Paying five bucks for Cap'n Crunch instead of two-fifty for a box of rolled oats is not just a bad bargain, because colored carbohydrate foam saturated with sugar is a poison lie, not a cereal." And so on, at that level. We have to meet these folks where they are, Mr. Einstein.
Things like financial independence are lessons better taught by parents and family than the state. Important lessons are better taught by families and local communities. Happy to meet folks where they are, Alan. Where things go from there is up to each of us. Thanks again.
Well said, Jeff. I couldn't agree more, especially with this: "Freedom is a spiritual life force." My husband and I sold our beloved home in NYS and moved to FL because we loved freedom more... and I have no regrets.
Well, here in once red in name & politic Colorado (means “colored red”) the How Blue Was My Valley Riders Of The en-Purpling Sage have been pouring in since the hippie-sixties: Blue Heaven, Blue Christmas, Blue Suede/nver Shoes is walking all over youse old redneck pioneer descent types that came before. Like un-blued Oregon wants to join with Idaho (land of Ruby Ridge), a desperate chunk of northern CO wants to join with Wyoming (the land of Cheneys).
Like redrawing, gerrymandering, porous borders around non-existent property rights could reverse the dyeing.
Responsibility. Take my wife (rhymes life) … please. Henny Youngman. Go West, young man. Horace Greeley (which, when the wind is right, smells ~ feedlots ~ a lot closer than it is).
Its an amazing thing. Escapees recreating what they sought to escape. “Freedom” to be the leopard spot (out damn’d spot,! out, I say!).
Comfort & safety. Yeah. And convenience.
Left the garage door open one time. Loud racket: a family of black bears, mom & two cubs in the garbage can. It was the easiest, most convenient thing to do.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do ~ Crosby, Stills & Nash, Southern Cross … to bear
My brother always wanted to cast a child as Henny Youngman, have him recite all of Henny Youngman's one liners, and call the act "Henny as a Young Man."
Those recreating what they sought to escape include just about every 60s campus radical who wound up as a tenured professor and now promotes war and racism and censorship.
I'll ride the New Riders of the Purple Sage Glendale Train w/Jerry Garcia on the steel pedal anytime over northwest grunge.
Un-blued Oregon wants to join with Idaho while Staten Island always wants out of NYC. Darwin had it right but backwards: instead of descending from apes we're ascending into apes -- if we're lucky. Maybe some morning we'll wake up high atop a jungle canopy with a great view and a fruit platter. My cat will turn to me and say, "Told you so."
Ponytailed Connery in the rainforest canopy cancer-curing catbird seat. Sort of … & “misplaced” to boot (easy to lose things in the Amazon medicine cabinet … script).
Braccho, straight out of NJ (the Edenic “garden state”), Brooklyn, or someplace like that, sounding/acting. Less subdued than Tony Soprano’s therapist. More like one of Tony’s, the Pharma kingpin, muscles. (Don’t let the nasally voice fool you - you ever hear Mike Tyson’s voice?)
Together, with a little process of elimination help from the more locally legit medicine man, the cure was re-found again for the first time & the bluebird of happiness swabbed all noses for a positive politically correct response Polymerase(& Block)ChainReaction.
Maybe more punctuated (dis)equilibrium than evolution. Punch-drunk Rocky just wants go the distance, go along, get along, keep the sequels & funding coming.
But … This is your brain. This is your brain on concussion, after concussion, after concussion. Soon the question “Any questions?” has been beat to moot.
Apes ain’t perfect (even without all the Sapolsky input), but maybe not quite so Fight Club imperfect.
Wherever I go, there I am. Same for all the blue escapees.
Well, this is The Blue Planet, after all. Strangers In A Strange Land lookin’ for a little piece of Sweet Home Mars-a-bama come a distant 3rd, if that, behind the haystack needle folk.
And if you don’t “identify” as red (or blue) the color-blinded bunches (of sour/ing grapes?) will be happy to hand you over to the Peaky Blinders, if they can.
Speaking of FL sunburns. A guy here was heard to say of his time in N Central FL that it was just too red & that he couldn’t wait, had to return to Colorado (means “colored red”).
When Henny was just a Penny the sky fell on his head. He’s been addicted to concussions ever since. He just wants to go the distance.
(When *I* was a penny, in St. Petersburg, I bodysurfed Camille’s afterglow.
That her-i-cane was too much woman - I almost drowned - & I was swimming *with* the tide that time. That was a come to conclusion “moment,” one of ‘em, about the pros & the cons o’cussin’ waves … metaphor-like, too.)
Recorded live in ’71, not released until ’13. I’ll have to do some listening to those New Riders.
But I was thinking Zane Grey Purple. Read some of those westerns during the lad time.
Trains usually tip o’ my tongue are Roger Miller
(Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues),
Ian Anderson
(In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser
Headlong to his death
Oh, he feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train — it won't stop going
No way to slow down),
Brooks Benton
(Neon signs a-flashin'
Taxicabs and buses passin'
Through the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain
To the night
I find me a place in a boxcar
So, I take my guitar
To pass some time
Late at night, when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I feel fine, fine)
Another bit of that last one always reminds me of another bit of another one:
“How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter, how you look at it
Or think of it
It's life, and you just got
To play the game”
And
“Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, listen”
But I substitute “too” for that last word when I sing it.
When I grew up and left home, I became an adult with all the risks that entails. I have never since needed a parent, nanny, babysitter, teacher, guardian or any external authority to make decisions for me. Nor have I accepted or consented to them.
I have always and will always rely on my own good judgement and wisdom born of knowledge and experience.
The soil is turning worthless by the minute. Though not all of it. I know what I would do to my garden if it didn't produce. But I have to say repressive regimes have a tendency to drive the mind from within. Insurgency. This heat is in a way a type of fertilizer that produces enough for the gardener to be content with the results. Who are we to question this method of procreation or existance. Its all about collecting the value. Forming the temple, spriritually described in Revelation. Not by flesh. We need these powers of fear spreading freedom removing agents. They are ingridients that have permeated time, therefore necessary. Quite useful. God himself fought through these forces to bring about true freedom. It is all about the few. The many inadvertantly help in all of this by disbelief. Their seal of disbelief locks them out of the paths the few tread. Yes, it is hard to be the few. But not without reward. God had 7 thousand not bend their knee to Baal. Today we are here and will be until it is over. This is a motivator. To enjoy the trip there knowing you help. Earth is beautiful. Courage if you are inside "the city." Jerusalem from above, the headcourters of our faith. Not earth bound. Courage if you are outside for that is the path your mind can afford. Live it since the sun shines on you and on me the same.
I'm cheering with tears right up the "rise up and eject" statement, Mr. Einstein. With this generation, that's like leading a three-year-old out of day care and leaving them at the bus stop with a pat on the back. Our forty-somethings have no idea in the world what we even mean by freedom.
Advances in propaganda science and secret police black ops had obviously made political movements a joke by the 1960s. We are not going to "eject" ensconced power without learning to think, breathe, and practice daily, hourly, personal resistance, and every essay on the subject must at least point to a praxis that leads through first steps . Yes, I am keeping up with reading your qolrm work, and finding much agreement between us. But we need to teach things like, "If you cannot live without debt, you are enslaving yourself and your children. Pare back your lifestyle until you achieve a level you can afford." You know, what used to constitute basic common sense. "Paying five bucks for Cap'n Crunch instead of two-fifty for a box of rolled oats is not just a bad bargain, because colored carbohydrate foam saturated with sugar is a poison lie, not a cereal." And so on, at that level. We have to meet these folks where they are, Mr. Einstein.
Thank you for reaching out, Alan. No doubt any lofty call to action like rise up and reject needs to begin with something more provincial and local. Don't know if you've checked out my three Calls to Action (https://open.substack.com/pub/qolrm/p/intro-to-calls-to-action?r=7hc45&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web). Each is designed to return agency to individuals, families, and local communities.
Things like financial independence are lessons better taught by parents and family than the state. Important lessons are better taught by families and local communities. Happy to meet folks where they are, Alan. Where things go from there is up to each of us. Thanks again.
Done.
I have never and will never understand why we should fear a loving creator that unconditionally loves each of us.
Thank you for reaching out, Vonu. Amen...
Thank you for providing the free forum, Jeff.
I'm happy to be here, and grateful for good folks like you, Vonu.
As we are grateful for you.
I'll stop before we both have to check our A1C:-)
Well said, Jeff. I couldn't agree more, especially with this: "Freedom is a spiritual life force." My husband and I sold our beloved home in NYS and moved to FL because we loved freedom more... and I have no regrets.
Thank you, Mary. Yes, my wife and I also moved out of NY to Florida fr the same reason. Just felt the walls closing in around us in NYC...
Where in FL, if you don't mind my asking?
Delray Beach. You?
Nice! Just north of Tampa.
What a nice place to be!
We are loving the ocean and missing the rolling hills... but NOT missing Hochul or the taxes.
Have you found other like-minded folks where you are?
Well, here in once red in name & politic Colorado (means “colored red”) the How Blue Was My Valley Riders Of The en-Purpling Sage have been pouring in since the hippie-sixties: Blue Heaven, Blue Christmas, Blue Suede/nver Shoes is walking all over youse old redneck pioneer descent types that came before. Like un-blued Oregon wants to join with Idaho (land of Ruby Ridge), a desperate chunk of northern CO wants to join with Wyoming (the land of Cheneys).
Like redrawing, gerrymandering, porous borders around non-existent property rights could reverse the dyeing.
Responsibility. Take my wife (rhymes life) … please. Henny Youngman. Go West, young man. Horace Greeley (which, when the wind is right, smells ~ feedlots ~ a lot closer than it is).
Its an amazing thing. Escapees recreating what they sought to escape. “Freedom” to be the leopard spot (out damn’d spot,! out, I say!).
Comfort & safety. Yeah. And convenience.
Left the garage door open one time. Loud racket: a family of black bears, mom & two cubs in the garbage can. It was the easiest, most convenient thing to do.
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail, it was the easiest thing to do ~ Crosby, Stills & Nash, Southern Cross … to bear
Thanks, Andy. In no particular order...
My brother always wanted to cast a child as Henny Youngman, have him recite all of Henny Youngman's one liners, and call the act "Henny as a Young Man."
Those recreating what they sought to escape include just about every 60s campus radical who wound up as a tenured professor and now promotes war and racism and censorship.
I'll ride the New Riders of the Purple Sage Glendale Train w/Jerry Garcia on the steel pedal anytime over northwest grunge.
Un-blued Oregon wants to join with Idaho while Staten Island always wants out of NYC. Darwin had it right but backwards: instead of descending from apes we're ascending into apes -- if we're lucky. Maybe some morning we'll wake up high atop a jungle canopy with a great view and a fruit platter. My cat will turn to me and say, "Told you so."
I’ll go with something like reverse order. 🏄
Medicine Man.
Ponytailed Connery in the rainforest canopy cancer-curing catbird seat. Sort of … & “misplaced” to boot (easy to lose things in the Amazon medicine cabinet … script).
Braccho, straight out of NJ (the Edenic “garden state”), Brooklyn, or someplace like that, sounding/acting. Less subdued than Tony Soprano’s therapist. More like one of Tony’s, the Pharma kingpin, muscles. (Don’t let the nasally voice fool you - you ever hear Mike Tyson’s voice?)
Together, with a little process of elimination help from the more locally legit medicine man, the cure was re-found again for the first time & the bluebird of happiness swabbed all noses for a positive politically correct response Polymerase(& Block)ChainReaction.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kbjNmOxwIU
Maybe more punctuated (dis)equilibrium than evolution. Punch-drunk Rocky just wants go the distance, go along, get along, keep the sequels & funding coming.
But … This is your brain. This is your brain on concussion, after concussion, after concussion. Soon the question “Any questions?” has been beat to moot.
Apes ain’t perfect (even without all the Sapolsky input), but maybe not quite so Fight Club imperfect.
Wherever I go, there I am. Same for all the blue escapees.
Well, this is The Blue Planet, after all. Strangers In A Strange Land lookin’ for a little piece of Sweet Home Mars-a-bama come a distant 3rd, if that, behind the haystack needle folk.
And if you don’t “identify” as red (or blue) the color-blinded bunches (of sour/ing grapes?) will be happy to hand you over to the Peaky Blinders, if they can.
Speaking of FL sunburns. A guy here was heard to say of his time in N Central FL that it was just too red & that he couldn’t wait, had to return to Colorado (means “colored red”).
When Henny was just a Penny the sky fell on his head. He’s been addicted to concussions ever since. He just wants to go the distance.
(When *I* was a penny, in St. Petersburg, I bodysurfed Camille’s afterglow.
That her-i-cane was too much woman - I almost drowned - & I was swimming *with* the tide that time. That was a come to conclusion “moment,” one of ‘em, about the pros & the cons o’cussin’ waves … metaphor-like, too.)
Recorded live in ’71, not released until ’13. I’ll have to do some listening to those New Riders.
But I was thinking Zane Grey Purple. Read some of those westerns during the lad time.
Trains usually tip o’ my tongue are Roger Miller
(Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues),
Ian Anderson
(In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser
Headlong to his death
Oh, he feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train — it won't stop going
No way to slow down),
Brooks Benton
(Neon signs a-flashin'
Taxicabs and buses passin'
Through the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain
To the night
I find me a place in a boxcar
So, I take my guitar
To pass some time
Late at night, when it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I feel fine, fine)
Another bit of that last one always reminds me of another bit of another one:
“How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter, how you look at it
Or think of it
It's life, and you just got
To play the game”
And
“Looks like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same, listen”
But I substitute “too” for that last word when I sing it.
Wherever I go, there I am too.
When I grew up and left home, I became an adult with all the risks that entails. I have never since needed a parent, nanny, babysitter, teacher, guardian or any external authority to make decisions for me. Nor have I accepted or consented to them.
I have always and will always rely on my own good judgement and wisdom born of knowledge and experience.
That's the American Spirit, Gwyneth. Thank you for sharing…
Make that Canadian and American.