For my brothers who feel more inadequate by the decade and the sisters who unintentionally encourage this. Both feeling robbed of some thing that could have brought a bit more of “this” and offered up the reward of an ever elusive “that”.
May the dawn break one day where both are blessed with the kinder realities of Truth. Of each other. Happier with one another, unsullied by those who manipulate the joy out of their lives.
Chivalry is dead, dear darlings, because Chivalry never existed. It never drew breath anywhere outside of well intentioned imaginations, as sweet and ideal as “it” seems.
It is a carrot on a stick many have sought to attain while others waited to be deemed worthy enough for another to acquire it for their sake.
It’s a beautiful concept. It’s housed in the glorious chambers of our hearts alongside other ideals yearned for, such as Never ending love and Eternal salvation. However, yearning is not existing.
It’s not bad news, most certainly not. We’ve created for ourselves lifetimes of beautiful moments and have achieved splendid things on the power of our imaginations turned into deeds. Thank goodness for it as well.
It’s impossible expectations that are the cruelty. It’s the way we accuse each other of not fulfilling what “men used to do” that is one of too many impossible standards.
It’s long passed time that we gave one another a break regarding this fantasy; leaving those who have manipulated foul discontent into our lives with no one to molest except each other.
You’ll see. There are several points of study within the following Wiki article at your disposal. Use them. Learn a little. Then maybe…just maybe..a burden may be lifted from you to give what never was or to cease wasting precious years waiting for what will never be.
photo by Cavan Society
Next, George Orwell’s words spoken by an actor in the video
Before we continue with that eternal boot stomping of our soft and sad faces, there’s a few things that absolutely need saying.
Our heads should be hung in deep shame over the graves which hold the bones of soldiers who died screaming ,believing their sacrifice was for their children’s freedom-We the modern people.
Yet, how easily we ended up handing over that which wasn’t threatened or bullied out of us anyway.
Now, a truer horror is unfolding-the handing over of our children.
The Handing Over of our Children’s lives along with the insult of our children being deemed mentally deficient.
It’s bad enough that we’re too weak to muster much more than a “Yes sir” or “no ma’am” as we sheepishly stare at our feet in disbelief or surrender.
But the true insult, the thing which should churn each of our guts to boiling, is the caliber of creatures we’ve decided are entitled to bear the overseers whip.
Creatures who have exhibited blatant signs of the very things that we are being accused of being “ill” with.
Delusions and/or deception….
And that much proclaimed lack of empathy for our fellow man which results in brutal and criminal behavior
We’ve even felt the need to address the issues of grooming and hygiene into the hysterical talk of ASD “symptoms”.
How DARE we shame our children for such “deficiencies” when in front of us stands a world leader whose own hair resembles a steam pressed owls nest on the best of days-never mind the disdainful and apathetic words that pop out of his hole when addressing other human beings.
How god damned dare we be this ridiculously inept when it comes to laying back and allowing our children…the children we are insisting “we’d do anything” for….to be herded up and treated like owned and mindless units by equally deficient (if not more so) rude and apathetic human beings?
Yes, we got plenty of boot action coming. But my god, please let there be enough of us left to spit in the face that looms above those boots every once in a while. This kind of sick and stinking hypocrisy doesn’t deserve as easy of a go as we’re allowing.
For the children in the future who will fight the battles which should have been settled..for the children who will feel betrayed by either our cowardice or ignorance …do it for them.
Photo by mat-hayward
This is the only prayer that needs to be prayed. Possibly, the only spell worth casting..if you swing in a more unique direction.
It’s a request for self awareness as we struggle in a land where people brutalize each other for telling truths.
It is a silent tribute to self reliance-asking to be made smart enough to figure things out for oneself, not to be given answers by someone else.
It’s a collection of words that can work magic if
it’s first believed to be worth considering and then with requests finally granted.
Its an invitation for us to consider becoming more humble. At least enough to realize we’re not as wise as we think we are. Though the type of fools we’ve allowed to control our lives should have made that fact crystal clear a long time ago.
Either way, here it is, worthwhile as ever…
The Serenity Prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Photo by Astrosystem
Having undergone my own personal humiliation re: 911 responders in my own life/death ordeal …I’m mighty grateful to have lived to share the original “911 is a Joke.”
along with Duran Duran’s fantastic cover of it.
It’s time to race rams and down liquid drams until October 6, back home at W.O.W.
for Frew Best!!!….(hic)….Brew Fest!!
The most beautiful part of love is how true angels can find us .
First to hurt a little and then to heal forever.
By the time we finally discover that the words were true.
By the time we throw our arms open wide to scoop them inside
and thank them for making life worth cherishing again..they are gone.
Having been encouraged away by the merciless beatings of disbelief and scorn
Or left to suffer humiliating deaths.
I can’t help but wonder on how things would change if we ceased hooting, hollering and arguing over things the TPTB puppets do and say.
It’s not as if we haven’t already had decades of worthless promises crammed down our ever loving throat. How we can STILL be so naive and waste SO much of our time ranting about the theatrics of these cheap hooligans in expensive suits is beyond belief.
Leave it be.
They are going to do exactly as they’ve been directed to for a long time since and longer times to come.
Just let it be.
Laws that are so massive and far reaching…. embedded deeply and creeping into unrelated territory …that they are never
How much I wish we could cease acting like wild eyed and expectant animals over it.
The Patriot Act
The Anti Drug Abuse Act
One gargantuan stomach turning load of bricks after another….that we pretend we have a say in.
It’s like Mama chopping off our leg. The dismemberment being the permanent laws forced upon us.
With Daddy and the rest of the dumbo family reassuring you that the thing will grow back.
The foolish time we waste arguing with each other, praying by our screens and upsetting one another by waiting for this impossible thing that never
Happens…..dear lord, it’s as hysterically embarrassing as us hopping frantically on that last leg and screeching about how Mama and Daddy lied to us.
Come on. We’re better than this.
If one bothers to actually read these monumental laws we’re forced into , one will come to realize that way too many laws and codes are set into place to be ABLE to change or “repeal” them.
They are not here to serve us. They are our overseers. It’s about time that we concentrated on our personal lives and spent precious energies on things we can change.
It would be a wonderful thing to see , if they had no more audience members wide eyed, jaws dropped like children waiting for miracles we’ll never
Creatures who enact laws that literally plummet us into financial ruin, without apology nor correction? Those are the type of creatures that will never
Do right by you.
The least we can do is train ourselves to ignore these made up puppets and their fake protestations and tail chasing dreck. Their stupid performances.
It’ll take a little time, but it would be quite interesting.
The best way to revolution is not by endangering ourselves with violence. Taking a cue from our overseers, I believe over time…we can eventually phase out their importance and cease getting worked up over nothing.
After all, a bully can be pretty shaken up when his victim no longer acts the fool as has been expected.
Let’s grow up and calm the anxiety levels.
How blessed it would be if at the very least we’d stop acting like gullible fools creating our own insult on top of injury by continuing to allow these tricks think we are THAT ignorant as to keep believing as we do.
We’ve got so much more to tend to , in order to better ourselves, than this garbage.
My favorite songs to dance to when I was a little girl.
These three precious songs -dedicated to the Shadow who danced with me on the walls when no one was around. And will, no doubt, remain my faithful partner until the blessing of a real one.
Photo by pascal-huot
Two exceptional songstresses singing the classic hit “Hand in My Pocket”
Alanis Morisette, the original performer, in the well remembered music video
and Judith Light, who left many of us thrilled and touched deeply when she sang it in season three of “Transparent.”
photo by kieferpix