"And In The End"

This is probably the last words I will ever utter about this as I believe it is the right thing to do.

May all your desires be fulfilled. You will always have my complete respect, admiration, and friendship.

You know who you are!

A Commoner in a world that thinks itself uncommonly uncommon

While watching Meet The Press today the words I heard were basically the same words I've heard for 40 years. The topics have changed little as a result of our failure to solve, with any permanence, any of the major issues at hand. The political climate, as perceived through public opinion polls, is manipulated in a see-saw way so some of us are forcibly excused from the table.

This is not to say that discussions should not take place or have no value, it is just that the ones we have seem to lead to the same place we started from.

Listen to common sense not ideology. Judge by results instead of dollars. Even Scrooge eventually learned that lesson! Let us hope we need no ghosts to convince us of what is the only path that reaches all and endures because it does so.

No Good-bye

Some times the changes we experience in our lives makes no sense. There are so many variables that to speculate may be dangerous to the truth. Soooo... I will not think of the reasons when someone stops talking to me. I still will feel the loss, though.

These Dreams go on When I Close My Eyes

Though it will take some time to know what has really happened on the Health care front, we know the repeal effort has been churning since Reform has. No matter which party's ideology is ultimately to dictate the course of events in the U.S., one thing seems assured. It won't be WE THE PEOPLE!

When a simple statement of law was all that was needed to secure intent, our lawmakers, on both sides, saw fit to send up smoke and mirrors. As Merlin said to Arthur in "EXCALIBUR", "You have broken what could not BE broken. Hope is broken."

Hopefully, The Lady of the Lake will favor us. We definitely need her wisdom.

Bees in my head

I was going to write another self pitying post but I won't. Here's the story. This is my party and I'll cry if I want to. It doesn't really help, so I won't. These damn bees don't read anyway!

The Past has Passed

Being somewhat lazy, I finally set about the task of reviewing, organizing, and deleting the stored e-mail in my on-line folders. 4 years worth! I came across the first e-mail from a person that means the world to me. Though so much water has flowed under the bridge in four years that I can barely see her boat as it makes it's way, I fell again. It was like a first kiss, the first time holding hands, the first dance.

From the perspective of the future that is now the past, I am sad beyond depression. I was, and am, a fool to believe I have anything she needs. She's out of my league, and always was.

Understanding Why

I must accept my fate. I have been openly benign most of the time I have spent in the blogs. Being too fair, or seeking to improve oneself, or pointing out things that don't make sense, may have been the wrong move for me. Or maybe I'm just not worthy or smart enough. Anyway, at least I can write here without being dissed.

I don't know why I have become a pariah to the people I felt a kindred interest with. I just don't have the poop I guess. So for now I will pay attention to the world but keep my observations and opinions confined to this little, unknown, unimportant corner.

The digital world may be faster and vaster than the view from my window, but in reality, it is made up of the same people I see every day. The fate that I must accept is of my own construction, really. It should be no surprise, to me, that having lived as I have the world evolved on a different path and to a different destination than I. All that I can do is come here, talk to myself, commiserate with myself, and let the rest of the world go.

Regrets

Like most people, I have regrets. Usually I let them in. They stay for awhile then leave, until the next time my thought drift in their direction. But lately they have become a flood that will not subside. Why did I do this or that? What could I have done better? All the usual suspects! But this time I seem to be losing the struggle to deal. That may be why these posts are so preachy. I have no where else to go to slay my dragons...

The Divine Right of Kings...or as it is better known now-a days; The Divine Right of Money

Well the health care mess sure is a sight to behold. I can't say I'm surprised. Those that can afford it can get all they need. Most of us work our lives away, raise our children, love our pets, are good neighbors, mow our lawns, etc.. Why on Earth do we think we deserve the best in health care?

Women in general are an oppressed majority. Children are too in many ways, in many countries. Animals, the water, the air, the land, all are the fodder for the cannons of the privileged. It is not anyone's mission to change what is the way things are in a system that can be changed. Why should anyone give up anything just so the rest of us can share in the world we built? And died for? I ask you! Selfish Have-nots, anyway.

"Listen to the Icon....Each in a World of Our Own Design"

Many centuries ago a life completely separate from all other humans may have been possible, and/or desirable. But such is no longer the case. The stubborn belief that private property can expand infinitely and is an inherent right flies in the face of the reality we now inhabit.

The finite nature of our world is the major source of war, injustice, and greed. While it may be that humans are greedy by nature, if the resources of our world were as truly infinite as our desires seem to be then greed would have no lasting consequences. But as for now, greed's needs seeds bleeds.

The debates going on about Health care, taxes, intellectual property, jobs, etc., can trace their very existence to the finite nature of resources. The selfish abhor the selfless in a system that relies on a limited number of sources of wealth, or even just sustenance. Once upon a time there may have been more resources than the population could consume yet still we fought. Fear of the unknown maybe. Greed probably. But even these reasons come about because, either consciously or unconsciously, we know that there is only so much to be had and at some point we will be asked to share. Thus we come to the underlying flaw in what we call commerce, manifested today as capitalism. We don't share, we sell shares in life if you have what we WANT and are willing to give it to us rather than die. Of course I may decide not to sell for some reason so you're shit out of luck!

The genesis of this short and preachy post has a multitude of contributory pieces. But the final spark that lit the fire came as I watched a TV show about 2012 on the History Channel. Even when discussing the possible end of the world I was forced to acknowledge that the only reason this show was made and aired was to make someone money. The industry doesn't care about me or even believe in what it is telling me!

Oh yeah, ERIN GO BRAUGH!

Star light, Star bright

My wish has always been to support the dreams I thought were worthy, especially if they were mine, and leave the other ones to others. But unless one is a hermit, that is not the way the cookie crumbles.

In fact, to live in the world of people, one must often support the dreams of others at the sacrifice of one's own. That is, if one is not greedy with time or effort. Since we are individuals our dreams are as varied yet similar as grains of sand on a beach. But still, since the hour glass of our lives never stops flowing toward its eventual cessation, we make choices. We hope they are wise ones but we also know some of those choices will be costly in terms of the one thing none of us can replace. TIME!

That is why equality, health care, love and such are so urgent. One can give away a lifetime before realizing the sand in the glass has almost run out. And, of course, the glass may break, spilling all our time out into the void leaving our dreams stranded.

I was one that gave no thought to the passage of time until now. I wish now I had. What I have now are memories. Some are wonderful, but many are of the sand that slipped through my fingers. Like a fool, I just grabbed another handful, until now it seems I must search continuously for each grain that is left.

Watching the news I find myself screaming "Don't let it slip away!" as the debates let precious sand escape.