Thursday, March 31, 2005

What Was I Thinking?

Man, what was I thinking? I read over that last mélange I put up and I have to ask myself; what was I thinking? I’m going to leave that up as evidence that I am changing all the time and just don’t realize I’ve moved beyond some things. Or, am I just in a quiet phase? Hmmm…

I really need to be pissed off to do this kind of thing and, frankly, I’m not pissed off. I’m in “zippidy do dah” mode actually. It’s not that I don’t agree with everything I said, I do. But I’m not sure of the need to say it. I guess all my work at the other blog has had a leavening effect on me. I don’t know how many thousands of years I’ve been around but it’s not like things have been all that different at any other time. Of course the stage the performance is taking place on has never been quite this polluted across the board, but otherwise it’s the usual mad-cap interactions of all the separated selves doing their King of Hearts rendition.

Of course, I could get pissed off I reckon, or I could be in passionate disagreement with something that comes up, so I’ll continue to come around here and see what my musings lead to as I sit in front of this monitor and wonder what I am supposed to say.

Once thing I find interesting, but not surprising, is how everything that has gone wrong is the fault of people who advised Bushligula and not the fault of ‘lil Boots Lite’ himself. No doubt it would be crass of me to point out that he then exercised poor judgment in terms of the people he chose to advise him; or suggest he was so clueless that he believed everything he was told. I won’t do that because I am convinced that he worked as hard as someone as lazy as he is, is capable of working to make sure that everything was fashioned to reflect the picture he wanted presented. Wow, that turned out okay. Heh heh...

It could be that I am lacking proper perspective, or the victim of bad internal chemicals or not bright enough or just flat-out wrong; it could be but it seems to me that when you take all of the things that have happened and factor in all the things they intend to happen that you, citizens of the world, are in for a bad ride. I look at the way events have been fashioned by the few who manipulate events for their own profit and certain inevitables come up on my radar screen. One thing for sure, you’re no longer living in a democracy. Certainly not when the last two elections were patently fixed and when members of congress can joke about counting the votes. Stalin said much the same thing.

I wrote a song ♫ in praise of France ♫ in my ‘9/11 was an Inside Job’ here.

You might like to listen to “Oh Kenny Boy” too while you’re there.

I did it because I believed it and because I want the U.S. and its Freedom Fry xenophobes to get a clue and also manifest a little steam under their polyester alligator golf shirts. I’ve got to watch that. I got sent to prison a few times for sticking my lance in the dragon’s ass. Why do I need to be so provocative? Maybe it’s all those planets in Libra. I get very annoyed at injustice and I don’t care who it is happening to. Of course I have no idea of the precise circumstance in terms of cosmic justice because I only see what’s in front of me and can’t always access The Akashic Records for the entire skinny on the matter.

I’ve spent most of my life transiting between the Don Quixote, the Richard Lovelace and the Cyrano de Bergerac aspects of my persona; along with long term visitations from my 'psychedelic shaman-self' and 'reckless intoxicated persona' as well as my recurrent and now, more or less present, 'yogic persona'. I’ve left several people out so you can imagine I would occasionally run into traffic I didn’t negotiate according to highway standards.

Well, it’s not who you were but who you are that counts and who you are has a lot to say about who you were; regardless of how it may have appeared at the time. All of us need to go a little lighter on ourselves about some of our more unrestrained moments in which the embarrassment following (and often during) our efforts should have been reward enough. In all my life I didn’t do a measurable comparison of evil to what Bush accomplishes in just one day. The huge majority of the time the only person I injured was myself and that is as it should be.

I don’t know what it is that these people possess that makes it possible for them to do what they do and not only leave it un-reflected upon but even laugh about it. That’s the thing with sociopaths; they don’t feel what we do, they have no conscience. They learn to mimic our responses in order to appear human. Well now, that’s clever.

I’d like to think I’ll be beyond it when the Lords of Karma kick Bush and his associates in the ass. I’d like to hope I will have evolved beyond launching my fist into the air and screaming ‘Yes!!!” but I doubt it.

Visible sings: 911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible♫ Bush Family History Lesson ♫
'Bush Family History Lesson' is track no. 5 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'


911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible



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