Monday, May 25, 2009
In Vain
I find it funny when Christians complain that "In God We Trust" should remain on money and buildings surrounding our institutions. It is a blatant misuse of the Almighty's image and a direct violation of one of the big ten commandments. Money is especially disturbing since it is the biggest scam ever created. To use God's name in vain is not at all what we have been told it is. Do you think you are a nasty sinner when you stub your toe and exclaim "God damn it", is that vanity? Is selling a faulty product with God's name on it, or proclaiming you have a direct link to God and his wishes more like vanity?
Ponder this, if you will, it can't make matters any worse.
Ponder this, if you will, it can't make matters any worse.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Built on punishment and crime
It occurs to me that everything in every city built is based on the position of "crime" and "punishment". Recently here in my scrappy little city on the Tennessee River a small group of Asians, who had several restaurants and an apartment house, were busted for immigration violations. I was reading the article and its comments on the local news channel when it occurred to me that the only reason these folks were busted was because they had built a small empire. There are thousands of illegal immigrants here who have nothing. Why bust them? Simply because there is no money in it.
Look at the recent local history in your city/town you will find similar trends where the "criminal" sects of your village built something that your "law enforcement" claimed as their own. It does not matter to me that this is a fact of business and society building, but it is good to know where things really dwell when we are casting stones. To throw morals around from a false doctrine seems to make matters worse as we view the graft taking place in a larger arena.
Look at the recent local history in your city/town you will find similar trends where the "criminal" sects of your village built something that your "law enforcement" claimed as their own. It does not matter to me that this is a fact of business and society building, but it is good to know where things really dwell when we are casting stones. To throw morals around from a false doctrine seems to make matters worse as we view the graft taking place in a larger arena.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Childhood, vanish middle class
I had a great childhood, my parents were gainfully employed up until my senior year then the "NEW WORLD" economy started to settle in as their jobs moved to Mexico back in 1982. When I say they were gainfully employed I mean they were working for a manufacturing firm that designed and built electronics right here in Tennessee, and they were paid a stable income with longevity bonuses with benefits such as health care and vacations.
Since they were long time employees they received long summer vacations some times as long as six weeks, in which I was a part of. We would set out to see America because fuel was cheap and time was long.
I ponder at times if that last glimmer of American prosperity was the last my eyes will see. I worry that my children will never see that kind of comfort. They have never seen a summer vacation of weeks on a road trip or an extended camping excursion with their parents. My kids parents divorced while they were fairly young and neither have they had a father that lived with them every day that they can remember. Their mom barley makes enough to clear each month and dad is the same and yet in separate homes they witness first hand struggles of parents not having resources to make the rent or anything easily. I don't think I considered money shortages as a young child. I remember doing things to make some cash that I could completely control at about 12 years old on, but there was never a problem with my folks chucking out the dough to send me on a field trip with school, paying my lunch card well in advance, buying me a class ring, or renting me a tux for the prom. My kids have to do without vacations, extra trips with school and even shortages in lunch monies.
I would like a little truth before I die. Was the implosion of our country caused by too many middle class people or was it the controlling few, hungry for too much too fast? I know it is far more complex than I am able to comprehend, but there must be some truth reveled to not make matters worse.
Since they were long time employees they received long summer vacations some times as long as six weeks, in which I was a part of. We would set out to see America because fuel was cheap and time was long.
I ponder at times if that last glimmer of American prosperity was the last my eyes will see. I worry that my children will never see that kind of comfort. They have never seen a summer vacation of weeks on a road trip or an extended camping excursion with their parents. My kids parents divorced while they were fairly young and neither have they had a father that lived with them every day that they can remember. Their mom barley makes enough to clear each month and dad is the same and yet in separate homes they witness first hand struggles of parents not having resources to make the rent or anything easily. I don't think I considered money shortages as a young child. I remember doing things to make some cash that I could completely control at about 12 years old on, but there was never a problem with my folks chucking out the dough to send me on a field trip with school, paying my lunch card well in advance, buying me a class ring, or renting me a tux for the prom. My kids have to do without vacations, extra trips with school and even shortages in lunch monies.
I would like a little truth before I die. Was the implosion of our country caused by too many middle class people or was it the controlling few, hungry for too much too fast? I know it is far more complex than I am able to comprehend, but there must be some truth reveled to not make matters worse.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Fool of April
I have found myself very uninterested in writing down my feelings. Moreover I have not cared about this "American Dream" in the way that I did my first forty years here. Therefore I feel my sharing may not meet the requirements I keep in my mission line to not make matters worse. I am about to spew my indifference and fail to fall within the boundaries of my blog.
You may remember how nearly two years ago I wrote of losing my home to the A.R.M. loan debacle. This scandal was happening to me when these things were unheard of, and folks just thought, oh well here is another loser whining about his stupid decisions. Now that it has been headline news a while and the government is giving people help who are about to lose a house or a business "too big to fail", I find my feelings on the matter apathetic, and the only emotion alive is bitterness.
As I know from my common mans dabbling into the psychological realm, disappointment comes from unmet expectations, so I expect nothing now. I have a dark craving to see this mess go into total collapse, every system down, burning houses for fire wood and way gone past the point of no return. Feelings on this are very difficult to shake as I have never seen a god damn bail out and all my punishments for being short on funds have only further made other people rich. It has all been a lie, a grift, a sham, a system designed to deceive built on real estate that is not real. I don't care to see this economic system heal if it is going to be the same type of amortized impossible-to-catch-debt. Rather my vision watches it burn into ashes. Rebirth from ash is the only hope, otherwise it is the same uncomfortable perceiving freedom, as money mongers rape your REAL efforts, with deceptive bank "products" and carefully languaged policies.
You are wondering what has happened to Jed the lovable fool? He is no longer lovable, he is a fool simmering into the stew of this melting pot and hoping matters boil dry. Don't let any of this worry you, because Jed only sees the obvious and never the future.
You may remember how nearly two years ago I wrote of losing my home to the A.R.M. loan debacle. This scandal was happening to me when these things were unheard of, and folks just thought, oh well here is another loser whining about his stupid decisions. Now that it has been headline news a while and the government is giving people help who are about to lose a house or a business "too big to fail", I find my feelings on the matter apathetic, and the only emotion alive is bitterness.
As I know from my common mans dabbling into the psychological realm, disappointment comes from unmet expectations, so I expect nothing now. I have a dark craving to see this mess go into total collapse, every system down, burning houses for fire wood and way gone past the point of no return. Feelings on this are very difficult to shake as I have never seen a god damn bail out and all my punishments for being short on funds have only further made other people rich. It has all been a lie, a grift, a sham, a system designed to deceive built on real estate that is not real. I don't care to see this economic system heal if it is going to be the same type of amortized impossible-to-catch-debt. Rather my vision watches it burn into ashes. Rebirth from ash is the only hope, otherwise it is the same uncomfortable perceiving freedom, as money mongers rape your REAL efforts, with deceptive bank "products" and carefully languaged policies.
You are wondering what has happened to Jed the lovable fool? He is no longer lovable, he is a fool simmering into the stew of this melting pot and hoping matters boil dry. Don't let any of this worry you, because Jed only sees the obvious and never the future.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Code of Cake
I hate that I have not made time to Blog, read or write. It seems I have defeated my goal of not making matters worse. I always contend, life if you live it long enough, will make a hypocrite of you while you try and stand steady in the flow.
I am glad there was a peaceful transfer of power the other day, perhaps things will get better. Hope is a good thing no matter the odds.
My daughter and I pass these lyrics back and forth in text messages to remind us of the things we are not in control of. Join us in our secret code.
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes
We are building a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers
For these pendant key chains
To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you'd better come with cash
Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tattoos
He is in the music business
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out
And the fluffy white lines
That the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
Of the waning of the moon
He is handling the money
He's serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The double-wide shine
On the boot heels of your prime
Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat
You can dress up like a sultan
In your onion head hat
We are building a religion
We are making a brand
We're the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand
Take a bite of this apple
Mr. corporate events
Take a walk through the jungle
Of cardboard shanties and tents
Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ
Says democracy's a joke
He says now do you believe
In the one big song
He's now accepting callers
Who would like to sing along
He says, do you believe
In the one true edge
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge
He is handling the money
He is serving the food
He is now accepting callers
He is calling me "DUDE!"
Do you believe
In the one big sign
The double-wide shine
On the boot heels of your prime
There's no need to ask directions
If you ever lose your mind
We're behind you
We're behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are building
A religion
A limited
Edition
We are now accepting callers...
For these beautiful...
Pendant key chains
I am glad there was a peaceful transfer of power the other day, perhaps things will get better. Hope is a good thing no matter the odds.
My daughter and I pass these lyrics back and forth in text messages to remind us of the things we are not in control of. Join us in our secret code.
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes
We are building a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers
For these pendant key chains
To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash
He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you'd better come with cash
Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tattoos
He is in the music business
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out
And the fluffy white lines
That the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
Of the waning of the moon
He is handling the money
He's serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The double-wide shine
On the boot heels of your prime
Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat
You can dress up like a sultan
In your onion head hat
We are building a religion
We are making a brand
We're the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand
Take a bite of this apple
Mr. corporate events
Take a walk through the jungle
Of cardboard shanties and tents
Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ
Says democracy's a joke
He says now do you believe
In the one big song
He's now accepting callers
Who would like to sing along
He says, do you believe
In the one true edge
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge
He is handling the money
He is serving the food
He is now accepting callers
He is calling me "DUDE!"
Do you believe
In the one big sign
The double-wide shine
On the boot heels of your prime
There's no need to ask directions
If you ever lose your mind
We're behind you
We're behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way
We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are building
A religion
A limited
Edition
We are now accepting callers...
For these beautiful...
Pendant key chains
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Atlas in Rags
You may remember this time of year gets me a little dark as the sun emulates me in its short quick path across the winter solstice sky. I know it is arrogant to feel like the sun is following my lead, but it does seem like I am the center of my universe inside this emotion. Please forgive or simply dismiss me as I ramble in a self-pitiful way. At the very least you can never say I was not honest in sharing myself with you as a writer and keeper of everything. Albeit too much too often I will not repent today.
When I study myself in as careful a way that anyone really can, I find the common denominator in all my bad dealing is me. It is difficult to have objectivity while being the center of the universe and my gravity affecting the path of my closest star. Nonetheless I blame nothing else exactly as I do myself.
I honestly feel better about my bankruptcy than ever before seeing that so many other people and entities have felt the gravity starved stomach rolling fall. Better, smarter and wiser people than I have come to join the company of misery loving lately, but be it wrong or right I am glad to have pulled them into my vacuum. Justice clearly has been made when I see how my darkness has spread to this globe and I made the world to fall from my back.
That is right, I did this, and I am proud and bitter concurrently to watch my things get dingy with my disregard to replace them. My bedclothes are threadbare, my towels full of holes and my clothing is worn and dated from my decision to pull things off course. The longer my rest the more weary my items, yet I have lost the urge to come back from my vacation.
Freedom is what they say it is when I scrounge for coins to buy life and watch others shop for useless things to brighten this otherwise dark time. Good luck, for I am all powerful obviously to have veered you into my foreclosure. Believe me when I say that I have held you as tight as I can, but you fell when I lost my footing on this slippery spinning universe.
Forgiveness is never expected or coveted because I know you have no choice the way that I do. You will be patting yourself on the back at how you pulled your own bootstraps up in recovery, and I will know who was the tug, because I needed them to suspend my rags.
It can't make matters worse to do a little creative writing.
When I study myself in as careful a way that anyone really can, I find the common denominator in all my bad dealing is me. It is difficult to have objectivity while being the center of the universe and my gravity affecting the path of my closest star. Nonetheless I blame nothing else exactly as I do myself.
I honestly feel better about my bankruptcy than ever before seeing that so many other people and entities have felt the gravity starved stomach rolling fall. Better, smarter and wiser people than I have come to join the company of misery loving lately, but be it wrong or right I am glad to have pulled them into my vacuum. Justice clearly has been made when I see how my darkness has spread to this globe and I made the world to fall from my back.
That is right, I did this, and I am proud and bitter concurrently to watch my things get dingy with my disregard to replace them. My bedclothes are threadbare, my towels full of holes and my clothing is worn and dated from my decision to pull things off course. The longer my rest the more weary my items, yet I have lost the urge to come back from my vacation.
Freedom is what they say it is when I scrounge for coins to buy life and watch others shop for useless things to brighten this otherwise dark time. Good luck, for I am all powerful obviously to have veered you into my foreclosure. Believe me when I say that I have held you as tight as I can, but you fell when I lost my footing on this slippery spinning universe.
Forgiveness is never expected or coveted because I know you have no choice the way that I do. You will be patting yourself on the back at how you pulled your own bootstraps up in recovery, and I will know who was the tug, because I needed them to suspend my rags.
It can't make matters worse to do a little creative writing.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Pomegranate NS08 phone
The Pomegranate NSO8 leaps way beyond any other device in history. The flash site is a bit lengthy to load but it is worth it. The masterminds behind this device have taken phone technology past the twenty second century to a place where no phone has ever gone before.
This phone's creator is not making matters worse with this dream device.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. All I want for Christmas this year is a little less grief, how about you?
