Unacceptable loss

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The number of veterans that are committing suicide each and everyday is unbelievable. I read that it was on average twenty-two a day! Twenty-two people that fought for the right for Word Press to even exist, decided that death was a better alternative than facing the stresses they faced. I don’t say this to suggest that they are weak and cowardly, in fact these are some of the toughest people society has to offer. They survived situations that most of us can’t even comprehend, only to die here at home fighting a battle within that they can’t win alone. The fact that I can sit and write whatever my feeble mind can conjure up is due to the men and women that protected that right over hundreds of years. My heart breaks when I consider the number of families destroyed and those left behind. I also consider the friendships I…

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COMUPTERS were like CARS

Once upon a time computers were like cars, computer like carin their infancy that is. At the turn of the last century, car owners were hobbyists, who could lift the hood and fix their automobiles themselves. As were those utilizing computers in the eighties. This is how many learned how to think, how to analyze, how to solve problems. You’d be sitting there flummoxed, trying this or that, working towards a solution. Oftentimes having to go for a walk or to sleep to uncover an answer.

But that does not mean I give up, that I can tear myself away from my devices when I hit a roadblock.

Like last night. Yearning to take a walk around the neighborhood, I went to hook up my Bluetooth headphones to my new Phone and they were not discoverable. In the sixties, you’d bring your problem to the shop, where some old guy with wisdom or some young guy who was brusque, but competent, would take your device from you and when you returned a week later it would work, it would be fixed. Today not only do these people not exist, almost no one exists, you’re on your own, baby.

Older Employee Notice!

Older Employee Notice!  

older_workersDue to the current financial situation caused by the slowdown in the economy, Congress has decided to implement a scheme to put workers of 50 years of age and above on early, mandatory retirement, thus creating jobs and reducing unemployment.

This scheme will be known as RAPE (Retire Aged People Early).

Persons selected to be RAPEDcan apply to Congress to be considered for the SHAFT program (Special Help After Forced Termination).

Persons who have been RAPED and SHAFTED will be reviewed under the SCREW program (System Covering Retired-Early Workers).

A person may be RAPEDonce, SHAFTED twice and SCREWED as many times as Congress deems appropriate.

Persons who have been RAPED could get AIDS (Additional Income for Dependents & Spouse) or HERPES (Half Earnings for Retired Personnel Early Severance).

Obviously persons who have AIDS or HERPES will not be SHAFTED or SCREWED any further by Congress.

Persons who are not RAPED and are staying on will receive as much SHIT (Special High Intensity Training) as possible. Congress has always prided themselves on the amount of SHIT they give our citizens.

Should you feel that you do not receive enough SHIT, please bring this to the attention of your Congressman, who has been trained to give you all the SHIT you can handle.

Sincerely,
The Committee for Economic Value of Individual Lives (E.V.I.L.)

old-people-birdPS – Due to recent budget cuts and the rising cost of electricity, gas and oil, as well as current market conditions, the Light at the End of the Tunnel has been turned off.

 

 

It’s cold in here

It’s COLD in HERE.

cold outsideAt least we’re all connected. The world has gotten smaller. But we’ve lost some freedom along the way. Not only our privacy, with Big Brother watching, but the ability to be alone with our thoughts, to feel. Used to be if you were waiting for a bus, before everybody had a car, you couldn’t divert yourself with your phone, you just had to kick the curb and be alone with your thoughts, it made us who we are.
And I’m not sure who everybody is anymore. We seem to have winners and losers. The winners drop out of college and succeed, those who graduate don’t spend time finding themselves, but start their careers. And those without advantages, those who screw up, don’t realize their permanent record is going to hold them back forever.

They talk more on the east coast, they make better friends. It’s because of the weather, all we have is each other.

And you can take the boy to California but he still remembers…when darkness closed in and depression loomed and you sat in the overheated buildings listening to records just waiting for it to get warm outside.

It’s cold here.

It’s cold here.
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I know that sounds ridiculous, to complain about the weather in Dallas, but it was just in the eighties, which felt comfortable, because that’s what we had been experiencing.

That’s when the fall begins, when I can’t wear my shorts and I can’t sleep without the heat. I try to stretch it as long as possible, you’ll catch me in my short pants in November, but usually I’ve got to crank the thermostat by the third week of October, but not this unseasonably warm year.

And then it started getting dark an hour early.

I thought I loved winter, now I can’t wait for summer to return.

How depressing. That’s what I like about getting older, the lack of depression. Being young sucks. Your body works, but you’re confronted with so many questions, life is a blank slate, for all the winners we read about in the press there’s a plethora of losers, or lost.

And there’s nothing worse than graduating from college. Everybody’s in your business and then suddenly they’re not. That’s when you become an adult, when you no longer go to school, when you no longer are beholden to the administration, never mind your parents.

But before that…

College is weird. There are infrequent tests. Very little classroom time. Your schedule is your own. You’re champing at the bit to get out and start your life, but you’re revving in neutral, it’s so depressing.

Then again, I went to college in the dark ages. Literally, with no TV, never mind internet or Netflix. Campuses did not compete on facilities, there was no exotic food, never mind StairMasters. Hell, we didn’t even have telephones in our rooms!

All we had was each other. If you weren’t a conversationalist you’d have to drop out, there were no diversions, just the four walls. You had to come out of your shell.

Becky’s Hope

Today is a visit to Becky’s Hope.

Becky’s Hope is a Farm.. A farm that has been converted to a Horse rescue.
lucky lucyThis is Lucy…NOPE not a horse… We do more….

Mama never told me it would be like this.

Mama never told me it would be like this.

i am the law
My father knew. And always got in trouble for it. No one wanted to hear what he had to say, except the people who made a lot of money on his words, lawyers and property owners.

But regular people did not.

Because my father always wanted to lift the end of the carpet, to uncover the truth.

As he told me more than once, “there are no miracles.”

Change is constant. Winners know this. And adjust on the fly.

Naked ambition is plentiful.

The smarts to pull it off?

Small time players want fame. They think if they get their name in the paper, they’ve won. I’ve never understood the people who allow their houses to be featured in the real estate section, even the multi-million dollar trophy homes in the “Wall Street Journal” “Mansion” section. And who can you trust? Your spouse? Your lover? Nobody?

You’ve got no real friends, it’s only business. And those who you’re not in business with, if they’ve got time for you at all, it’s only until it conflicts with their shot, because everybody’s hustling.

You need to be bigger than the game, live outside the law.

As do most of the winners in society. They don’t do what’s right, but what’s expedient. And the great unwashed buy the image, because they never get to meet the men and women they adore.

The winners write history. They see laws and morals as something to be bent.

You may not like it, but it’s the truth.

Why is everybody a scumbag?

Why is everybody a scumbag?Scumbag-Tie-Dye-T-Shirt-_234660

I think it started with the PresidentS, who lied under oath. If the President doesn’t care about the truth, why should I?

But the 2008 economic crash put a stake in the middle class’s heart, well, what was left of it. Not only did the bankers rape and pillage, they got off scott-free. Financiers encouraged falsehoods in order to get rich, that’s what the mortgage crisis was all about, and the working man who was blamed ended up upside down in his house, if he still had one at all.

But what bothers me is the way lying has been legitimized. We throw our hands up at e-mail spam, it’s something we have to live with. We’re stunned when Target loses our credit cards. We never turn the spotlight upon ourselves, ask ourselves about our behavior, what we can do to make things better. And primarily we don’t do this because it doesn’t pay. In today’s society, if there’s no economic benefit, people are out.

The same way they refuse to sacrifice. That was another tenet of the Greatest Generation handed down to their children. You had to sacrifice for the greater good. But today no one can lose their job, no one can lose a step in order to help those at the rear. It’s like people want to live in a museum, populated by record stores and book stores. As if they hadn’t studied the Middle Ages and were unaware of the penalties of stagnation.

But the shenanigans of the rich and powerful have infected the rank and file. People feel fine having handicapped placards, even though they’re fully ambulatory. They feel no duty to fill out forms accurately. And then, without million dollar lawyers, they’re the ones who go to jail, because they don’t understand culpability and intent.

And public schools often suck, so you lie to get your kid into a better one, saying they live with a relative, or you work the angles to get into a private one.

And once you’ve got it rigged, you want to shut the door. Pull the plug on public schools you’ve left behind.

Legislators care about lobbyists, not constituents. Political campaigns are about disinformation, who can yell inaccuracies loudest.

It’s every man for himself in America today. Life is a pinball machine wherein you must be fully aware, recover from being banged around by the bumpers, and avoid falling into holes and tilting.

We’ve got no leaders, no one speaking to the regular people telling them to do the right thing.

So when these fat cats screw us do you really expect us to be honorable? Even though Samsung never knocks on your door, even though the corporation doesn’t want to sponsor you?

Of course not.

So it’s the same as it always was…

Welcome to the club.

ART IS…

ART is….Art is

Nobody likes a wuss, nobody likes namby-pamby. If you’re not offending someone, you’re not doing it right. Likes are for Facebook, not art. Art has an edge. Art makes people uncomfortable. It makes people think. It makes people feel. If you rub off all the rough points no one will talk about you, no one will care about your art, and now, more than ever, the road to success is paved with discussion.

What I’ve learned prior to 60

What I’ve learned prior to 60

prior to 60No one knows anything. Confidence is a front. Everybody is insecure. We’re all lonely looking to be connected. AND… You really want to be involved with someone your own age, because no matter how attractive a younger person might be, they do not get the references.

Some people were dead at thirty. It’s a full time job trying to stay alive. You’re never going to recover from some physical ills, aches and pains.

Your parents said television was the idiot box, and you feel guilty every time you watch for hours, but you’re addicted.

If you were never on the path to riches, you will never be rich. Having friends is better than having money. BUT…

Doors are closing every day. If there’s something you want to do, start now.

People let you down. Everybody is out for themselves. They make decisions accordingly. Don’t take it personally.

People are dying to tell you their story. Ask them questions. They’ll tell you everything.

The key to longevity is letting go of the past.

You won’t know who the people they’re talking about in “People” and the rest of the gossip rags are, and you won’t care.

No one can keep a secret.

If you’re up for anything, we’re attracted to you.

You don’t want to be President.

Life is topsy-turvy, just because someone’s successful today, that does not mean they will be so tomorrow.

Even the best and the brightest have kids who screw up.

Not everybody grows up, some are still bullies. People who would hit you as kids won’t hit you as an adult, mostly because they’re afraid of the lawsuit.

You’ll regret you stopped piano lessons.

You’ll think it was better when you were young. Because it’s what i’ve learned prior to 60.