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SPOILER ALERT!  Nothing actually happens.

The sun apparently moved through a galactic center which is pretty neat.  Originally, I didn’t think that the infinite had a fixed center per se but what do I know?  I do know this; I woke up on December 22, 2012, had a cup of coffee, a shower and continued to enjoy my day.  I also prayed that humanity will finally stop projecting hope or fear on some future date and work NOW to make life more enjoyable, manageable and easier for others.

I still have mystery in my life.  A lot of it.  I just don’t believe that the stars are going to determine our fate.


Erection time again!!!

 

Ladies and gentlemen, the news is in!!!!

 

Candidate ‘doesn’t matter’ just beat out ‘completely irrelevant’ in the poles!  Congratulations!! Your new president is ‘completely irrelevant’!!!

 

 

Woo hoo!!!  Time for change again?

 

 

 

Did you know that Obama transferred 800 billion Ameros to China in 2008 to secure against a pending default on American debt currently owned by China?  No?  I think Michael Jackson was busy molesting another child for anyone to actually pay attention.  Well, he did promise ‘change’.  Here is one reference:  http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=3f5_1223308293

 

A little research will show what has happened since 2005.  The North American Union Act was signed between Mexico, Canada and the States under a guise of security and prosperity.  Again, I wish I was making this up.

 

The question on my mind tonight regarding American politics and voting isn’t who won or who lost.  Republican or democratic?  The question on my mind regarding American voting is…

 

Have you learned to speak Mandarin yet?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


I can’t stop these random thoughts

141.  Although no one is entirely clear on the great toilet paper breakthrough, it is rumored to date back beyond the Tang Dynasty of 618 to 907 AD where archeologists found paper/cloth bundles.  The great toilet paper breakthrough of 1920 from a marketers perspective was when it became commercially available by Joseph Gayetty.  From my perspective, toilet paper breakthroughs are gross and leave you with shit on your fingers.

142.  I watched a movie called The Hunger Games.  Lenny Kravitz was one of the actors and he was quite good.  Immediately I thought, “great!!!  Now that Lenny Kravitz is acting in films he can stop acting like a terrible singer in real life.

143.  I cannot for the life of me remember what disease Lou Gehrig died from.

144.  Why was Usher smiling when he walked out of the dressing room?

Because he was just in Bieber.

145.  This is Beerking…

It’s a sport invented by me and my friend James.  It is a simple sport involving riding bikes around town while drinking beer.  We believe this qualifies as a sport.  It’s non-competitive and the worst part of the game being over is that you’re out of beer.  I do not however, condone riding with no hands and taking pictures of your self beerking.    That is not part of this sport.

146.  A good iPhone app and excellent way to be sued would be an app to monitor ones bowel movements/keep track of successes or concerns.  I call it, “iBM”

147.  I’ve been learning a lot about Braxton Hicks contractions.  Is there a redneck town called Braxton?  I’m pretty sure these false labor pangs were named after two doctors but it would be cooler if it was named when slack-jawed yokels made a woman’s belly contract just by their unruly presence.  Hey ma!!!! its dem Braxton Hicks at the door!!!  They want to know if they can use the kiddy pool for their beer”!!!  Get it?  Because they’re hicks from a place called Braxton?  No?

Anyhoo…

148.  The term ‘working under the table’ in Canada refers to receiving cash and not reporting it to the tax mafia.  I don’t get it?  If you give me 10 beans for painting your room why on Earth would I be forced to give 3 of those beans to people whose sole purpose is to take beans from people?

149.  I hired 2 homeless people to work for me the other day.  I made them work under the table.  Not for cash.  I gave them both cheques and some bread.  I actually forced them to work under the table outside.  ”Now that’s what I call working under the table”!! I said to my business partner as we clanged our glass of champange.

150.  Good god, I’ve done 150 of these random thoughts.  What is wrong with me?  When I confessed my dream a few years ago about becoming a writer I wasn’t thinking it through.  I meant “writer that makes money from his endeavors”.  Next time, I’ll be clearer Mr. Universe.


The youth at risk

Sometimes, I work with youth at risk.  Sometimes, I laugh at that label while I wonder what youth on Earth isn’t at risk?

I recently attended a training that reminded me that I need to meet the adolescents where they are at without projecting my world view upon them in attempt to manipulate change.  This is all fine and good, but where are these youth at so that I may meet them?  And more importantly, what personal biases stand in my way of greeting them.

In one of our meetings the main program developer reminded us that these youth will always revert to what is familiar when their structure is threatened.  In these cases that familiarity is crisis, chaos and fear.  This means that everything can be going perfectly with your program and the moment that the shit hits the proverbial fan in any way, the youth revert to what is familiar.  Crisis, chaos and fear.

Most of these kids are kind and want to participate but because all that they have known is crisis, chaos and fear, they will react from that place when change occurs or security is threatened.  This is really simple to see but the response to it is the challenge because sometimes they just seem like mean sociopaths.

The challenge for the mentor is to be the opposite of that familiarity.  If crisis is the environmental norm from their upbringing, then you must be the calm and secure.  If chaos is the familiar habitat, then you must represent order in the form of consistency.  If fear is what they are imprinted with, then you must be love in the form of support and encouragement.  And you must be consistent in all of these, all of the time.  That is your challenge as a mentor!

What does this have to do with those of you who don’t work with adolescents at risk?

The world we occupy is an adolescent at risk.  We have to meet the world where it is at and release our attempts at controlling it or enforce change.  Let the world be what it is and you take care of being the opposite of that.  The world is conditioned through crisis, chaos and fear.  That is our pop-media that beams our collective 3rd eye day in and day out.

We have a choice; become the crisis, chaos and fear or become the calm, ordered, consistent love that encourages and supports.  I choose this for myself and for others.  I recognize that when I am confronted with a financial challenge, my bias is to panic because this is what I was conditioned to do.  Now, I breathe, stay calm and meet it with love.  At first, it didn’t work but now I am developing a new conditioning.

My own personal revelation in this is that I have for years tried to mold or manipulate the world into what I thought it should, could or world be and I was so frustrated in this action.  The reality was that I never felt complete because I was projecting incompletion onto the world.  The world is crisis, chaos and fear.  I must accept the world for where it is and be the calm, consistent love.  Sometimes this is simple.  Sometimes, I have a challenge on my hands.  It is becoming easier though.

If you believe that you are exempt from this truth, then you are deluded.

The social engineers know very well about Ocular and Associative conditioning on our Autonomic Nervous System, we would all be wise to wake up to this but most of us our just comfortable accepting our habitual bias as fact.  It is not, of this I assure you.

Our self-image is created 100% by what we accept to believe about ourselves and the world is what it is.  In fact, the reality is neutral and we charge it with our account.  So to speak.


Return of the random

121.  I feel that a good non-profit initiative would be “Blue tooth for the homeless”.  This way, they could rant about the government or mumble loudly and people around them would see the Blue tooth ear piece and just think “oh, they must be talking to their friend”.  How nice?

122.  Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch Irish Wristwatch.

123.  Jesus loves you is a beautiful statement unless you’re in a Mexican prison.

124.  I purchased this:

It was amongst other suckers in the “barn animals” category at a toy store for kids, but we ALL know that it is technically a “cock sucker”.

125.  I find it amusing that governments label cigarette packages with warning labels about how bad it is while they reap the financial benefits from the addictions of those they are supposed to protect and serve.  Fuckers.

126.  That being said, I’m so thankful that America/Britain/Israel is “liberating” the middle east and look forward to the worlds first Muslim lady gaga.

127.  I find people who are offended by the word ‘retard’ to be retarded.  We now have to write the word ‘disAbled’ with the emphasis placed on capitalizing the ‘A’ for ability or say ‘handicapable’.  I get it, but my spell check doesn’t .  I’m pretty sure my handicapable friend picking his balls and then smelling his hand in a grocery store does not care about this debate.  In the meantime, let’s make kids toys promoting inclusion…

The stuffed buffalo represents the assholes who park in the close spots without a permit.

128.  I have a question relating to random thought number 127, but first a rant; People who spend their time on Earth changing words or terms like retard, indian, gay, mail ‘man’ etc, to more politically correct terms like disAbled, native, first persons, hetro-sexually challenged, mail person should be punched in the face repeatedly.  My question is simple:  What were you before you were black, retarded, native, heterosexual, homosexual, man, women or indian?

129.  Humans are the only animals on Earth that don’t realize they are already in paradise.  Subsequently, we continue to build skyscrapers over top of that paradise.

130.  Oscar the grouch no longer lives in a garbage can.  He moved.  It is still a garbage can, but it was sold to him as a condo and he now has equity.

131.  All in all, we are just these strange beings standing in a field, blinking our eyes at each other wondering what the fuck is going on.  We build work buildings, housing structures, schools, malls and fences but the reality is that we are just these strange little beings standing in a field, blinking our eyes at each other, still, wondering what the fuck is going on.

132.  The goat caucus was “asked all in favor”?

There was a silence…

All opposed???

A resounding “Naaaaaaaaay”.


Dear America

As life progresses, it becomes clearer and clearer that it was not God that you trusted.  Yes, you are the capital of bible belts and the ‘church on Sunday/asshole for the rest of the week’ attitude but you missed something important…

Trusting God.

You put most of your faith in patriotism, which has little to do with Christian actions and more to do with a nationalistic false identity that self-proclaims you as the chosen few.  You put your faith in the government of man and his manipulative banking systems.  Most are still unaware that the federal reserve is part of a private banking cartel that could care a less about the ‘chattel’ that is everyday people.  You began the pursuit of happiness but only if it is self-exalting and ends with a collection of shiny toys or dominance over others.

In the end, your empire crumbles.  Not because it is a natural cycle but because of misplaced faith, a lacking desire to truly understand and keeping your head in the sand while those you think you elect are supposed to be out for the best interest of all.  You still believe that a new president or change from democratic to republican back to democrat will fix your problems for you.  This is a lie.

The truth is that you trust no one now and you’re afraid of losing your toys.  Those courageous humans that founded the vision for this country must be rolling in their graves.

Economies that are fueled by human greed and fear produced terrible fumes.

If you have but a mustard seed left of faith, start letting go of your legalistic, dogmatic, patriotic lies that have defined you and allow God back in, then you will begin to witness real change.  Not the change that a puppet black president failed to provide but the change that happens when people, honest people, begin working and living for one another from a place of love, service and vulnerability.  This is the trust that recognizes where we are at now and knows without a doubt that the one who created the whole show can use it all for the greatest good.

If we just let go of these limiting identities.


My Dad’s records

My Mom dug out my Dad’s old records.  Not his collection of records but the songs that he recorded.  He died 13 years ago.  What a great feeling it is to hear his voice again.

Some say that recording music is a trap.  I have heard one musicologist speak about how frequencies are naturally free and recording them to disk or record is sending them to an electro-magnetic prison of sorts.

I understood what he was saying and I can see how the music business would keep us on a spinning wheel when it comes to the rote crap that they pump into our helpless ears.  Think about all of the great music that would go unheard though.

I for one am happy that I can play a 45 that was recorded before I was born and hear my dad singing his heart out.


New life

Freedom woke up in the hospital.  Miraculously, she suffered no damage.  The doctors said that she must have been completely relaxed at the time of the accident.  Although she was free, the doctors said they wanted to keep her in care three days for observations.

Freedom’s parents, Love and Joy arrived at the hospital an hour after she awoke.  Together they laughed and shared many moments in appreciation for what they have.  Life, and new life.  When Love and Joy heard the news they were calm.  They knew that it wasn’t their daughters time to die.

“Freedom was always a quiet child” said Love.  ”She was just content to play on her own.  Sure she’d often invite others to play, but they never seemed to be interested in what she had to offer.  She never complained.  Instead, she’d sing and dance.  Freedom takes after her mother that way”.

When asked about Hope and Despair, Joy answered.  ”We never knew them or their family, but our hearts go out to them at this time”.

After the three days in the hospital, Love and Joy thanked the staff for their attentiveness and embraced their daughter.  Freedom smiled and expressed her gratitude for them.

The Sun was setting and the clouds looked like they were shimmering with gold.

 


The Twins

There are two black holes in the mind.

They are twins.

One is named Hope and the other is Despair.  They created each other from a broken mirror and yet their parents are fear and desire.  Hope and Despair used to play together when they were kids.  Now they don’t see eye to eye.

Hope would always tried to console Despair and for a moment they’d laugh.  Then as sure as day, something would happen to Hope and Despair would take control again.  He always wanted control.  He felt he knew better.

Throughout all of their history together, neither of them would reconcile.  It became a perpetual power struggle.  Hope would try to subdue Despair.  Even if that meant lying about reality and pretending everything was great.  Despair was always a realist.  Some would even say he was a cynic as he would often point to evidence of what didn’t work.  It was like he would just bring up past failures.  This made Hope sad.  All this was just negative experience belonging to the past.

To their very last days they fought each other without realizing who their parents were.  Sure, they were siblings but that did not mean anything to either of them.  After all, Hope and Despair were different.  Surely, they weren’t related.  Hope always thought she was better than Despair.  Despair just thought his sister’s head was in the clouds.

One night, on their way home from a political rally they began to fight.  Despair was driving as they swerved into on-coming traffic.

They both died instantly after a head on collision with Freedom.

Freedom is feeling well and resting as we speak.

 


The gaystones

This is an art piece that I commissioned an artist named Rusty here in the city to do:

Years ago I woke up laughing from a dream I had in which someone was wearing this shirt.  I had never thought of the Flintstones as gay couples before that night.  I must have had ingested some hot peppers earlier or something.  I have no idea why my brain does what it does but nevertheless, I had the template made.

I’m undecided if I’ll actually make shirts to sell because of copyright laws but I am within my right to post it because it falls under ‘fair use’ in copyright law.

This brings up an interesting point from an artist or intellectual property perspective.  Intellectual property rights are typically about commercial control.  Art is about art.  I understand that if you are profiting from an image or song then you want to control those assets for as long as possible.

From a growth perspective however, it makes way more sense to set your idea free in order for it to evolve, be remixed or replaced as necessary.  Otherwise we end up an eternal Pepsi generation that knows nothing other than mainstream force-fed shit.

After writing all of that, I think that I will make a small run of these shirts just to break that law and sell them for the pride parades.  I think that gay people would eat that shit up (no pun intended).

I would not however do this to an up and coming artist.  What I mean is that I would not steal a new work, stamp it as mine and sell it but I do believe in copyright limits.  After a certain number of years circulating in the commons an image or song should become public domain.  Popular images already have a good portion of mind-share and we could become so much more if we were facilitated in variety.

That’s the way I see it though but I do not control millions of dollars in intellectual property so take it for what it is and have a gay old time.

Personally, I think that Gazoo frightened them into each others arms but that is a different story altogether.


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