Screw ’em

For every woman who went from being worshipped as a sizzling Hot Mama to being disregarded as Daphne the Dumpy Dork after years of weight gain…
For every man who used to get mad buddy love for picking up the tab, now pocket fishing for change to buy a forty ounce he can barely afford..restless idgets smirking behind his back at the liquor store..
For every soul who found the so called grace of his fellow man’s “love” to be the most abundant in the good times..only to realize he never had it in the first place when the bad times come calling…

I’ve got a little loving advice straight from the center of my heart.


Screw ’em.
Screw ’em. Bump ’em. Most of all, you-know-what-starts-with-F-’em all.


You were  a vessel for their personal ego trips. You were adored for merely being in a position of supplying them that which they could never create for themselves. You were the sandwich where the tasty bits were nibbled off, while the bulk (bread, cheese, meat) was carelessly tossed out.
As blind and ignorant as they were to never truly see You deeper than the first layer, you’d be even more so to forget who You are-eventually surrendering the confident stride and strength of conviction that marked You as a truly remarkable force in the first place.
If they lost sight of the rich passion and  generosity that sprang from the genuine core of You, these creatures had no eyes to begin with.
Keep your head up unashamed and steady.
Screw ’em all.

“Assigning Value” or “My First Unfinished Fairy Tale”

Assigning value to other human beings. By far..the most cruel thing we’ve learned to do to one another.


I had a splendid spiritual advisor once. She likened my occasional mean tone and snaps at a loved one to spitting into his food. Shocking analogy, but my reddening cheeks told her that I understood.
“Imagine laying a meal in front of Jesus. Would you even think of doing such a thing to HIM?” Whether I believe in the established church system (which I do not) or believe in a prophet Jesus (which I do), I instantly got it.
I could go on about the definitions of assigning value, bla and bla. I will create a fairy tale instead.


Once upon a time, there was a beautiful prince besieged by a foul curse. A witch had placed a spell upon the eyes  of his subjects. Even though he was one of the most beautiful sights on earth, all anyone was tricked into seeing was a troll. Even when he would look in the mirror, that’s all he could see. The cruel spell held fast and true to nearly everything within the kingdom at the time of her cruel enchantment.
Yearning for a bride, the prince felt it was time to invest energy to find her. He knew he couldn’t find one amongst the people of his land, because of the reach of the witch’s spell. He found a beautiful girl from another land.
He brought her home. He sang her hours of songs, fed her meals, stayed by her side as much as he could (to the point of neglecting his soon-to-be kingly duties), did tricks and showered her with gold. He was delighted and so relieved he finally found his bride.
What the prince failed to realize was that she too was affected by the horrible spell cast long ago. She had been born in his kingdom at the time of the spell. Her family  moved to another town a few years after her birth. She also saw a beastly apparition overlying the truly handsome prince’s face. However, she was crafty enough, greedy enough and willing to deceive the prince into believing he was the most handsome man she had set her eyes upon. And he believed her.
On the night of their engagement, the prince was beside himself with joy. He had the cooks set about preparing the grandest dishes with the choicest and fattest of fowl. He had the halls rubbed down with the most intoxicating and luxiourious oils. He was overcome.
Tragically, the faithless bride had taken a liking to a stable hand days before. She had come to believe in her mind that she couldn’t bear to be with the “troll” and decided she would run away with the stable boy instead.


(For those who may find a tug at your heart because you feel you know where this is going..I offer comic intermission. As the whorish and deceitful bride was running towards her barnyard boy’s home…he mistook her bounding shape, in the fields..in the dark, for a charging steer. The slattern was tagged with an arrow between her eyes from fifty yards out. No, the stable boy never knew what he actually shot. When her body dropped, he went back to sleep and never thought on it again)


Onward.
Now. Witches doing what witches may do, she had cast this spell upon not only one baby but many across the lands. Not just baby princes but princessess as well. One of these princesses, although it was a beast she saw in the mirror as well, caught the true sight of our prince one day.
She was beside herself in joy; she’d never thought that she would ever find her own groom for when she took over her own queenly duties. She, fortunately, had been told the legend of the horrible witch’s deeds of casting spells. Not only could she see his true lovliness, she came to understand her unattractiveness lie only in the mirror..not truly on her at all.
So, off she went to seek the prince’s hand.
She sang him songs, as he yawned half hearted interest at the not so captivating beauty who came to call. She kept him company, dropping him hints of what he actually looked like, as he smirked and waved off her words as the ramblings of some poor ugly lass who was desperate for whatever a future king could provide. Obviously, he was not privvy to the fact that she had great masses of treasure waiting for her at home- regardless of what he had or didn’t have.
She tried for many days. Gifts, ballads, dances, holding his hand upon many twilight walks through the gardens. Her evergrowing adoration becoming more intense as he continued keeping her by his side. What she didn’t realize was that he was doing so reluctantly. She didn’t appear to be what he wanted to look at, but until another beauty came along..he would put up with her “piteous” company if only to not be completely alone.
Needless to say…well…there will not be an end to this story of mine.


I’m off track anyway.
The point is that we are all guilty of assigning value to others we meet in this life. A man may spend his last dime on an alleged beautiful creature and put up with all of the verbal abuse he can take from her..just to have her walk away from him-the roots of his heart trailing behind her. Without reason nor explanation. We are so sick with this assignation factor. The chance this man will end up inflicting the same  upon another is, sadly, very possible. Despite him knowing the depths of pain this inconsideration brings.

It doesn’t matter. He is a creature, like you and me,  determining who gets the “goodies” of what should be default respect of dignity-often on first impressions alone.
I won’t say that I ceased all of my childish  snaps towards my aforementioned loved one. However, whenever I play that image of me spitting into the bowl of Jesus..the lesson is relearned. Quietly. Humbly.


Every eye roll, rude interjection, hours of loving work ignored…..
Every assault, slap, theft….all to one degree or another require one individual sizing up the other one and purposefully and quickly assigning points to figure if it’s “Okay to treat them thusly”.

Imagine a man who gushes over an ugly duck shaped ash tray, let’s say, the POTUS presents to him. He’ll brag over that ugly duck thing for years. Yet, if his neighbor brought it to him, beaming over the hours it took for her to make it, he would toss it into the bin hours later , without a twinge of a thought.
Dear and quiet shame…how we do this to one another; usually without knowing barely anything about another human being.
We stop doing that….wow, right? In the meantime…shame on us.


I’ve been on this path plenty of times and my legs still work.

My concern are the ones who collapse along the way..who could have brought yet other vulnerable souls the realities of their precious worth.

 

Don’t Give Up

Heal your 💔 tenderly, for one day it will be a precious 💝 for The One.
Two beautiful gifts to help you along..

Silver Tongues, Black Hearted Men

Of course, we wish to teach our children to trust and believe that most of man is good.
However, it’s a serious injustice we commit by failing to teach them that men with the most beautiful words and seemingly most sincere intentions often hide the blackest of hearts. Their selfishness allows them to perfect the deception of purity and love for the sole purpose of satisfying their filthy intentions; no matter how gruesome the damage they do.
Although it wouldn’t be right to state that most of man is inclined to be this way, the amount of lifelong pain they inflict can touch many at a single time. Too often it’s a slaughtering of the soul without a single point of regret from those carelessly slithering their way to their next cheap thrill.
We can baby up all of the old fairy tales on not trusting all beautiful smiles and golden words, but we do have plenty of documentaries that can bring the message home.
“Holy Hell” is a good one.

Deep Sleep and Other Things

Since I own this album, I can guarantee it is quite a soothing ride to a sweet sleep.

 

I would strongly encourage a listen during one of any other activities, as well. The house need not always be filled with beats n bumps..whockas and thumps.

You could play it while painting your room, studying for a test, writing an angry email..deleting it..rewriting……

and so on.

 

Poor Iron Core

At times, I play with fantasy scenarios concerning humans and their relation to Earth. In one exercise, I associate the low quality of the iron core of Earth  being connected to the poor quality of things we do or say. The real fun beginning when I imagine the types of citizens from planets with better grade cores.
I’ll use this story of this poor couple who battled the bullies of the EPA as an example.
The Sackett’s futile victory
More on the issue

On a slightly better planet, let’s say one with a copper core, this couple would have been supported by legions of citizens nationwide. We would have had enthusiastic media cooperation and celebrity headed protests to confront the ne’er-do-wells and “set things right”.
On a silver cored planet, no one would have dared let such a failure of common sense happen. In a world where only politicians writing our laws were subject to random drug and alcohol tests, there would never be illegitimate laws without our approval or knowledge.
On a gold cored planet, the people would be self governing successfully. If anyone were to pen a book of fiction on such an injustice, they’d be smiled at with loving pity and lectured on the importance of keeping a wild imagination tamed and somewhat reasonable.
Because truly, the Sackett’s struggle is about as unbelievable as it gets.

“Pallas Athena”-(TAO Jones Index)

Pallas Athena.

I was ecstatic finding this specific mix of song. While I’d had an “Earthling” album , this was on an extended version I’d somehow missed over the  years.
The very first time I heard it was a while ago. It was a time I was cutting apron strings with Prodigy and making my way to AOL. I would practically live online, in those days. So, a lot of music was being played to accompany me on my web adventures. When I heard the sampler with “Pallas Athena” on it, I lost my ever loving mind. I could not get enough of it.
The sampler came from a GQ magazine. The electrifying selection of songs were from Bowie’s upcoming album “Earthling”. All of the songs had me beaming over how that man was managing to still keep so very hot and so very relevant.

Twenty years later.. I’m still beaming over the amount of killer treasure he left for us.

Other favs from “Earthling”

 

iTunes link for album here

Love to my Bird and that Bee

From this single

To the day I leave for the great stardust road in the cosmos😋…I have and will always love them.

❤️❤️❤️❤️
“Bird and the Bee” covering Daryl Hall and John Oates was just pure gold covering magic

❤️❤️❤️❤️

❤️❤️❤️❤️

🤗

Not THAT Bad

The fact that we (majority approval) tried farm animals for the crimes of hurting human beings in actual courts of law.
Now, the idiot in me is wondering if “kangaroo court” originated in Australia because..
Animal trials
The fact that we strung single legged 80 year old women up by the neck until dead …because we (majority approval) were convinced she rode on a broomstick in the god damned air.
Click here for info
..and here
The fact that there exists no proof nor opportunity to compare our day to day intellectual functioning with , let’s say, the ancient folks who were fond of cheering while human beings were torn apart for entertainment….

Those are a few reasons that I will continue to believe that our so-called disorders aren’t anything new. You can not tell me that those folks were ANYWHERE near functioning “normally”, compared to us at the current time. I think I can be safe in saying we deserve a bit more credit than that..no matter how stupid we may act. We’re not the villagers wetting themselves with laughter as the old lady everybody hated gets dragged screaming to her bonfire execution. All because of some delusional sounding fairy tale of an accusation. Are we? I know a lot of us are saying some crazy crap, but we’re not holding court trials where men are screaming  obscenities at the mules who are supposedly plotting to kill their wives.
No? Okay. Then we’re not that bad. Certainly not THAT bad  to warrant the following types of  attention.
Read article here
Plenty of us can work our way around our money, thank you very much. Nobody asked you for your help. By all means help those who HAVE asked for your help, there isn’t enough kindness on this earth as it is. The last thing we need is creeping legislation forcing perfectly fine adults to abide by the same rules as those not so fortunate. Again.
Bless us all.. if that day ever comes.

..and Another Thing

I hate when I am affected by the actions of a group I “belong” to. When I’m treated in disrespectful ways or eyed up suspiciously by a stranger who thinks he knows me because “most of them do.”
I shake my head even more when I realize that we are too pig headed, as groups, to lay our pride aside to address  our deficiencies. ESPECIALLY when screaming protests and unlawful legislation could be avoided with simply a self determined “get-off-my-wimpy-ass and fix it” attitude in efforts to eliminate issues.
My thoughts kept returning to my last blog entry. I pondered the timid nature that many females have and their willingness to accept lies and deception in order to not rock boats. To stay comfortable and avoid confrontation.


If you missed reading the entry, it was about women so angry about a man stating what he did not wish to mate with, or waste precious  time on, that they got him banned from a dating site (PLENTY OF FISH IN THE SEA) for life. While a woman is applauded for her frequent proclamations of “knowing her worth” a man was insulted and kicked out for doing the same. It was an ugly example of a horrible double standard.
I imagined a few of these women being face to face with a man who was clearly not comfortable with her. The lack of conversation, the man looking elsewhere because he feels like laughing or simply disgusted about being forced to spend time with what he considers an ugly woman-would those women be cool with that? To know the man only came on the date because he didn’t want to get dogpiled by other people, over refusing to meet her? I thought of the brass ball audacity a woman would need to put herself in that  position, insisting on making a  point about her “worth”. Never mind the kind of aggressive passivity that has women keeping men hanging on for answers they will never get because Missy finds his looks less than ideal. Or the women who ditch dates without a simple courtesy call because she saw him drive up in a junked up (yet loved) old beater. Never mind those, for the ire will boil a bit hotter with a rant on some sisters and their vile “thee not me” hypocrisy.


I recalled memories of having had lost the attentions of lovers because I had gained weight or the true hot body of their dreams came into the picture. Before eventual break-offs, sometimes, females have a tendency to ignore hints of a lover’s disinterest. Sometimes we hope it goes away. We make excuses for his missing time, the no sex for months or once gentle words turned harsh. From avoiding pain to keeping a roof over the head, the reasons are many-to keep willfully quiet.
It’s a common thing amongst women. It’s in our nature, having evolved  protecting offspring and maintaining  structure in which to nurture them. It’s not a crime. Thousands of years of evolution have been impressed upon and within us for legitimate reason.
However, it’s not an excuse for us to remain passive and non confrontational in all other matters.

There’s an example at the core of the debate over Equal Pay for Women . Sadly, young sisters are still being brainwashed into thinking  there is some collective agenda amongst 21 century male adults to keep them in a kitchen. No one is discussing the FEMALE generated problem at play-our reluctance to open our mouths for what we need.

read article here

In a time of  blatant bulldozing of our will, more interference from mandatory legislation to “straighten things out” is nothing but a shame, when we are capable of doing it ourselves.
Being too shy to ask for a raise in ten years=not as much money as Joe got after only three months. So simple, it’s stupid.

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