The ending that wasn't
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Was telling a friend the other day,
Relating a dark yet funny movie,
The ending went a certain way,
Bad guy was stopped in his tracks.
Surprised when my version was disputed,
Alternate ending was verbally conveyed.
Then I saw the movie again,
Discovered my erroneous memory firsthand.
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Why did I remember this and not that?
Brought home the need to check and verify,
Now I can no longer trust my memory,
Capricious and intermittent in its ways.
Beginning long downward trek to Alzheimers?
Or is this is just middle-aged Sometimers?
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More and more information pours over me,
Via books, email, Internet, movies...
If I can hold onto less and less,
The need to be selective is great!
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What was your name again?


- gold trophy winner on Allpoetry.com a couple weeks ago, thought I'd share it.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time
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Turning onto Dean Avenue,
Tired from work, ready for bed;
Suddenly bright flashing clouded my view,
Spinning lights, reflecting blue and red.
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Police car! I pull over and stop,
Turn signal on, roll window down;
Hand license over to a polite cop,
"A store just got robbed in this part of town!"
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"You are in the wrong place at the wrong time,"
I was informed solemnly,
"We don't think you did this crime."
But my car was still searched, thoroughly.
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No contraband found in my little black car,
So I was set free from inside the squad car!
I hope they catch those robbing crooks,
And let us black coupe drivers off the hook!
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Very tongue-in-cheek, but it was an interesting experience:-)
(heck, it inspired a poem.)

Blame Star Wars
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First time I saw it I was only 19.
The lightsabers, the color, the technology.
The Force. Ahh, the Force.
All so magical, so different from what came before it.
I was captivated.
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Over ensuing years, I moved, changed jobs.
Fell in and out of love.
Became poor, became well off, became poor again.
Lukasfilms would release another gem every so often.
Enthralled once again, I retuned to that wondrous
Magical oh so convenient-tech Star Wars universe.
Robots did your bidding unasked,
Doors glided open with compliant hisses.
Antigravity conveyances were everywhere.
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Leaving the theater, faced with ugly 20th century reality.
It was never the same.
I always had to eat, urinate, defecate or have sex.
I always was afraid, or cocky, or misreading someones' intentions
I would misinterpret, or be paranoid, or a host of other frailities.
I _was_ a stranger to The Force. Still am, for that matter.
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Did Star Wars and all its sequels ruin me?
Can I blame failure to achieve financial orbit on Vader, the Wookies, the Jedi?
Was I misled into thinking that everything could be solved
By a swish of a lightsaber, or a leap, or a well-placed kick?
That is why I'm now 50, broke, tired and facing bleak career.
It is all the Bounty Hunters' fault - he had a rocket pack.
All I have is bowel gasses, and then not always that.
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Maybe if I had watched Little House on the Prairie more...?

My Sweetheart today

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Snick

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She is poetry in motion,
A song that grooms itself.
Tufts of fur sticking out every which way,
Color and shape dependent on how she catches light.

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Compact container of multitudinous meows,
Perpetual noise machine that follows me.
I begrudge her soft cat food,
She begrudges me affection --
We seem to tolerate each other pretty well.

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My little sonnet with flickering tail,
Daddy has another treat for you today --
Come land on my lap, you short story with claws,
We'll entertain one another warmly this January day.

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*disclaimer* The following post in no way intends to be a true prediction or description of the Jerry Springer show or any of it's principals, owners, assignees, etc, etc. it is only presented as a humorous observation of our society today and in the future. *end of disclaimer*

Jerry Springer 2008
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A juggler hovers on side of the stage,
Spinning plates, balancing on a ball, and juggling pins.
A midget with no legs walks around the stage on the palms of his hands.
Sometimes smiling, sometimes grim, he leans on a guest;
Tugs at their pant leg, smiling - audience laughs.
Guests recount relationship problems;
Other guests are brought on, and the fighting begins.
Girls and girls, guys and guys, girls and guys -
Wildly swinging, flailing away, ripping off clothing.
Sound effects include a 'dinging' like at boxing matches;
Pulling hair, calling names, punching at each other.
Audience shouts instructions, like "pull up your shirt!"
Girls (and guys) pull up their shirts, showing breasts.
Sometimes, a guy shows off his thong - and then flashes the audience.
Showing everything. Raunchy - but at the end, all are smiling, and no blood is drawn.
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Jerry Springer 2012
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A knife-thrower plys their trade just offstage.
Guests come at each other, screaming, punching, pulling hair.
Hard contact can be heard as punches land home.
Security makes little effort to separate them.
At end of each segment, one or both of the guests is bloodied.
Security wears headguards.
Guests show everything, taking off clothing at a whim,
Egging audience on as audience hoots, in some cases stripping too.
Some fight naked, and get cuts and bruises.
Fights break out in the audience.
There is occasional urinating or defecating on stage.
Animals are brought out on occasion.
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Jerry Springer 2020
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There is a medic on scene.
Jerry is showing his age, has an apprentice helping him.
Guests begin tamely enough, then produce weapons and attack each other.
Knives, clubs, sticks, whatever. But no guns.
Soon they are beating the tar out of each other, and smacking security on occasion.
Blood is everywhere. At the end of a segment, more often than not, someone is Carried off stage. More aggresive animals, like pit bulls, are held offstage, Sometimes allowed to bite the fighters. Fights break out in the audience also.
Tallies of broken bones and injuries are shown on the show.
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Jerry Springer 2025 - end
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Jerry allows small guns and machetes; then, shortly is shot in a "freak accident."
Body count is tallied at end of each show.
Guests have gunfights in an enlarged stage.
Sometimes the audience is shot, or fires back, or fires on each other.
Blood is everywhere, carnage rampant.
The show runs one more year, then is cancelled.
They could not get any more "guests", or audience members, to visit the show.
Trailer parks nationwide saw a significant decrease in population.
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-2025 or thereabouts
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Soon, "Springer parties" began occuring before and after sporting events.
Groups in the crowd would produce knives, clubs, machetes, small weapons of every description. They would riot and maul each other until exhausted, or beated senseless, injured too severely, or in some rare cases, separated by a well-armed and armored security force. Welcome to the new Rome. Killing the new national pastime, Springermania took over the United States. And the rest, as the say, is history...

*big grin here*

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- ICEBALLS

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Grey, ugly-looking fierce thing,

Just dropped off a passing car;

Rolled edgeward, sides glittering,

Impregnated with dirt and tar.

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How strong it is to roll this far,

Kicking it renders toe a numbing blow;

Facets of white reflections marred,

Streetlights still making it glow.

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As long as winters' subzero remains,

This tough surviver will linger;

Pedestrians, motorists will refrain,

Lifting them and chilling their fingers.

Sharp-edged feral survivors these,

Remaining all winter, no matter who is displeased!

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FUN STUFF

Hillary Billary Dock;
Contenders ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
The race was run,
Clintons tumbled off the clock!

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There once was a woman named Hillary;
In the past her husband was pilloried;
She forges ahead without fear,
Though occasionally shedding a tear,
This ice queen may win nuclear armory!

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There is that Senator from Carolina,
Supporters declare theres none finer (fina),
Although Obama is roaring in from Illinois,
And his backers are makin' hellacious noise,
Edwards will persist, he is not no whiner!

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New Hampshire Primary

New Hampshire Arena, Main Event,
New American Gladiators in the ring;
In this corner, Hillary, will try and prevent,
Obama from swiping any Presidential Bling-bling.

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Romney lacing up the boxing mitts,
Gonna take hard jabs at Huckabee,
Pollsters and pundits are having fits,
Watching jostling of these wannabees.

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Whomever takes home the prize,
May think twice when they occupy,
The Oval Office, target of world's eyes,
Any lesser mortal would be terrified.
Thousandfold problems weighing on their chest,
Whomever wins this contest will get no rest!

Politics is sooooo much fun!

FRAGMENTS

Tight corners of converging realities,

Realizations of fragility, vulnerability;

Frightening rapidity of acceleration of time.

Grasp, grab at those fleeting moments of pleasure --

The delightful tunes, the shared laughter of a joke;

Illumination of beautiful morning scenes, eye pleasures,

Rapidly speeding over towards the afternoons...

Dusk finally setting on one's hopes once again.

Tomorrow arrives soon enough to repeat the process!

TRUE COLORS

Pontificating about the surge in Iraq,
Promising energy independence;
Opponents not experienced, they attack,
Continuing to offer Terror War's vengeance.

Yet their true characters were revealed,
Our country's malaise affirmed --
Rule-breaking difficult to conceal,
Network television cameras confirmed.

Flowery language offering new solutions,
Earnest demeanors on every patrician face;
They offered up proposals in profusion,
Yes, anything goes to win this race!

Their Achilles Heel revealed to all,
Speechifying on, though time limit called.
Suited gentlemen reveal primitive archetypes,
Animals underneath showing their true stripes

(originally sent as a letter to the editor on December 17, 2007).
by me.

Dumbing down


The friendly chatter, the wholesome smile;
Chatting amiably about things military and civilian.
Teasing banter, twinkling eyes. Our buddy,
Back from a long absence, with us again.


Soon, the controversy begins.
Positions taken contrary to our own.
Preposterous theories advanced.
These stated in terms that are soon dumbed down.
Sprinkled with truisms and simplistic anecdote.
The religious agenda reveals itself gradually,
positions taken and beliefs advanced.
Camoflauged with simpleton banter,
Still the bigoted beliefs peek out,
Just enough to be spotted and id'd.


Truly we sat down with a zealot type,
Indeed the wolf in sheeps clothing.
Too bad for him we are too sharp,
Try as he might to sink in his bite,
He snaps at air only -
We are quick and away!

Exitement exitement
Throngs of people jamming into the tiny school library.
The same two ladies running everything.
Tonight, a couple of helpers jumped in to expedite the process.
The head count was confusing.
The sign-in was a mess.
It was chaos - but somehow, everyone got signed in.
Everyone got counted -although the count was off by three.
Close enough, everyone decided - lets move on.
Envelope was passed around, money got donated.
Everyone took their places according to candidate of their choice.
Then, count was taken of supporters of each candidate.
The top three, Edwards, Obama and Clinton got to divide the rest of the people -
The ones not viable were divided up, or in one case opted to leave.
Then, each group chose delegates and alternates to the county convention.
After that, we were free to go, or to stay and listen to other Party business.
I had been standing for over an hour, so I decided it was time to go.
A fascinating process, my first time in a caucus.
I was able to speak at one point, an interesting feeling to be sure.
Soon, it was all over...
Quite the night - the Iowa caucus of 2008.
One I will not soon forget.

After all those months of noise, it is finally over. Now they are slugging it out in the media, in New Hampshire. Good by, good luck and a twinge of good riddance...
We will see if our front-runners can hold, or get beaten back. Until next time in 2012.

DISPATCH FROM DES MOINES.


You can tell that we are at ground zero for something big. The candidates are swarming all over the place, getting in those last handshakes and hugs. One candidate even vowed to do a 36-hour marathon - go John Edwards! The Satellite trucks are moving in, barricading off spaces, setting up their dishes. ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN - they are all here in little ol' Des Moines, Iowa. A fascinating spectacle for sure. My feeling is that, if these people expend even a fraction of the energy running the country as president, that they expend rushing around day and night as candidates, most any one of them will do a pretty good job! And all for a humble few votes here. Makes me (us?) feel downright special.


Come January fourth, we will be standing around like the bride holding the wilted flowers, wondering where the groom and photogs are. We will be like the flowers wilting in the cold shadows in October, wondering where that Sun went. But...not for long! Then we will (or at least I will) be exulting in thoughts like "No more political ads on TV! No phone calls. No flyers in the mailbox. No more blocked off streets or strange cars from Michigan, no more odd trucks of every description, displaying company names that could only have been created for the occasion." The it will be three Hurrahs and a loud "Good Riddance!" Until next time, that is. We are not dummies, after all. Why else would we move the date back to the 3rd in the first place? The bars and restuarants, and other businesses, will be happily counting the cash registers for awhile.


In the meantime, I think I'll go caucus. My one chance to bask in a bit of the limelight, to grasp at the soiled brass ring of politics, to feel a smidgen of importance. My chance to participate in this giant, imperfect but still functioning democracy called the United States of America, by trundling off to the school library in subzero cold and making my voice heard, and my one meager vote count! Here goes nothing *grin*.

It occured to me today while driving to the grocery store, musing about news and such. The news from places like Pakistan is always so grim. And yet I get in my car, drive over smooth roads to one of many grocery stores. Food and sundries plentiful in all of them - many running specials. No burning tires or rioting crowds in the streets. Just the morning sun, a few other cars, leftover snow from Fridays' snowfall. I go and transact mybusiness, spending a little over $20.00 for my weeks needs (yes I am just one single person, with me and my cat only to feed). The underlying assumptions of trust and goodwill hold strong, as my items are scanned up. I watch the provided display. Every item purchased scans up correctly. The cashier does not try and steal from me, or any such thing. Instead, she wishes me to 'have a nice day'.

In a way we are spoiled. Spoiled by the fruits of living in a free society, with an economic system built upon trust, law, rational, courteous behavior. The only riots around here are for the last-minute Christmas sales, or after christmas ones. No government is pointing a gun at us, saying we will do this or we must do that. We are free to make our own mistakes, free to feel foolish about them, free to learn, pick up ourselves and move on. In a totalitarian system, there is no such freedom. Therefore, it seems to me, as inefficient and cumbersome our system sometimes seems, it is so much preferable to a total Theoracy like Iran, or a Totalitarian didctatorship such as Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia. When everyone is used to the idea that, like it or not, we all need to play by the rules, think of the other person once in awhile (or more often than that), and at least strive towards honesty, economic miracles can result. A true democracy seems to reflect the idea that the majority of people sense what is good and right, and muddle their way forward. No one group should remain ascendant, whether they be the Religious Right, or the Ultraliberal Left. Truth always seems to occur somewhere in between.

When the number-crunching wonks sound alarms about credit crunches and meltdowns, it reminds me that these were the same fools trumpeting balloon mortages and your house making a million dollars for you a couple years ago. It is getting so I don't trust anyone in a suit with a fake grin pasted to his face. Ah well, so many deep thoughts *grin*. That is all the rambling for today.

In Honor of Benazir Bhutto, a true hero.


Democracy mourns loss of key soldier,
Only emptiness and wondering remain;
Evil legions growing bloodier and bolder,
Entire world seems to be going insane.

Crazed zealots bombing by truck,
Killing almost hundreds a day;
Crowds of haters running amok,
Civilized discourse held at bay.

Tempting to issue loud, strident calls,
"Death to all evildoers, extremist or not!"
Civil society itself must needs fall?
Sweet revenge at cost of rationality bought.
Instead, we must use our highest brain function,
Locate, secure Peace, Democracy's conjunction.


She would want it that way.

'nuff said.

The good Christian candidate showed his true killing colors today. He goes out and shoots little birds that cower in the bushes, for the fun of it. Kind of like that other candidate who shot a captive Oryx, rare African antelope, just for "sport".

Really, it is no surprise that much of the rest of the world sees us as murderous barbarians. Something is really wrong with this picture.

Should be an interesting election. I'm supporting John Edwards. He seems to be the best candidate all around to lead this wounded nation at least on some semblance of a steady path. Hope he can counter the waves of unmitigated greed that have eroded the middle class, and impoverished the lower classes even more. (Glitzy electronic toys are a poor substitute for decent housing, transportation and employment! ) We are the first generation that will be poorer than our parents. Organizations that are yelling for more aid to combat world poeverty and disease would do well to turn their attentions home here, in Amerika.

Until every individual adult has full medical care, transportation, food, and a decent place to live, we should not give one penny to any country overseas. Our unwed mothers with children, our single people, our elderly especially, are getting in worse shape, and having to really struggle just to make ends meet. Perhaps John Edwards can begin to turn the tide of greed and help the 98% of us that are not rich. If we continue down this road, someday we will be called the United States of Mexico. Five families will own everything (just like you-know-where),and the rest of us will be eating corn tortillas, jammed ten or twenty to a hut. These oil megaliths do not need billions upon billions of profit. nationalize the bastards. Enough is enough! Sick of all the crap here. All for now.

GOOD NEWS FOR THE USA.

All of the candidates for president answered a question about Global Warming tonight on CBS news. All but one believes there is global warming, and that major action should be taken immediately. Many suggested that MPG ratings need to be upped in automobiles produced here, by government mandate (the auto industry could be helped by subsidies here). Only Fred Thompson hedged, saying the whole global warming issue could be cyclical actions of nature, and needed to be studied further. John McCain made a good point when he said, in effect, that even if global warming were not real, and if we still took actions like cleaned up the air and adopted green, clean techs, we would still be leaving the world a far better place for our grandchildren!

Of course, the Democrats were all on board, believeing that Global Warming is not being taken seriously enough, and proposing radical actions. So - refreshing wisdom from our candidates. ( Only special, big business interests stand in the way, according to one Republican candidate! )

So, why is this such good news? Because the USA has demonstrated in many past crises, a stubborn resilience and ability to overcome seemingly insurmountable odds. We weathered a major Depression, and instead of ending up some third-world welfare case, went on to win the Second World war (with our allies help, of course) and emerged a superpower. We went from being woefully, hopelessly behind in the Space Race to landing the men on the moon, in 10 years or so. From last place to first place in ten years! Our economy was anemic, sick, on the ropes in the late 1970's and early 1980's. Things looked bleak indeed. But by the late 1990's, there was that Irrational Exhuberance in the air, as dot-com billionaires sprouted like weeds in the forest. 9/11/2001 things looked pretty bad. TV was nothing but Terror footage for days on end. And, in a year or so, the Dow had returned to normal, and the economy was picking up steam again.

Sure, there are details and mitigating circumstances here, But my point is, we always seem to bounce back. And all these politicians singing the same tune, as it were, augers for more good news on the Energy front. We know what we have to do. We know we have to start Now! So it is just a matter of all putting our shoulder to the wheel and getting going. After tonights' news interviews, I have faith that we will suceed.

Time to let go of the past - Energy and Peace Policy.

or "A bicycle economy to a motor vehicle economy...and back again."


I Recently read a quote in the current book out, written by Alan Greenspan (called The Age of Turbulence), about China moving from a “bicycle economy to a motor vehicle economy, and all that that implies.” And this got me thinking…

Seems to me that a better thing, in this day and age, would be to move back on that scale, at least somewhat. A "bicycle economy" means residents do not burn as much fossil fuel, or pollute as much. They are less obese, due to riding bikes or walking. They get more physical exercise due to having to walk or ride a bike, and so are thinner and healthier. Granted, some of the other features of a backward economy, like burning lots of wood and coal, are unhealthy, especially to fragile human lungs. But in the case of transportation, we may need to move backwards to go forward. Back to biking and walking, to go forward to cleaner air and less reliance on fossil fuels.


Another break we need to make from the past is going from centralized power generation to more diffuse power/energy production. In the past and present, massive, centralized power generating facilities produce megawatts of electricity. Using coal, which is a major polluter, or nuclear, which has many safety issues. Decentralized power production, such as wind and solar power, locates the source of production closer to the consumer. The advantage here is less loss of power via lengthy transmission lines, and more redundancy in the whole power grid. We are obviously moving in this direction with all the construction of wind turbines and solar power plants. I hope and pray this continues in a big way. Jobs are created, fossil fuels are conserved, and air quality is improved. We may always want to have a relatively small number of large power facilities around for just-in-case scenarios, (like a tornado ripping up a wind turbine facility or somesuch), and backups. But we should strive to get the vast majority of our power from renewable sources. This is generally known, and we seem to be moving on this, thank goodness.

Yet another break from the past is the way we teach our children about their interaction with the world. Below is a journal entry from 1994 I scribbled down after hearing of atrocities in Bosnia. It illustrates my thoughts on war and peace pretty well.
Quote: "SNAPSHOT 2/5/1994

Bosnia - As throngs of people gathered in the central square, to buy what little food there was left, or to trade used clothing, an agent of evil was at work. Some unknown cruel subhuman fired a (artillery) shell from the surrounding hills - the shell exploded right in the middle of the people. Hundreds were killed, maimed or gored. It created a huge, bloody, gorey mess - a human slaughterhouse. Why oh why do people slaughter each others so senselessly? Why is there so much cruelty and hatred? We all need a human peace manifesto or movement strong enough to match the military establishments. " Real men don't make war. It takes guts to make peace on your neighbor. Be all you can be - work for peace!"

Create a Department of Peace - spend a few billion on doing good works. (the peace corps?!) Make world peace a high priority. Declare a 20-year moratorium on war. Engage in international efforts of a constructive nature. People should be educated in school, for an hour or so a day, to channel their aggressions into peaceful, constructive endeavours. Fighting, jealousy, hatred, mischevious conduct, theft, vandalism, cruelty to others, etc, is wrong. Constructive compulsions like sports, arts, projects, crafts & hobbies, science projects - are correct and good and need to be promoted, encouraged. Tolerance for different points of view should also be tought. Not everyone looks alike, acts alike or thinks alike. It's a free country. As long as no one is harmed, let's be free to each other. Blacks, other races, Gays, Christians, etc. All need to learn the magic word: TOLERANCE. We are all here. We are all human. So let’s learn to live with each other." Unquote.

We are human after all, we can learn from our mistakes and evolve mentally. I hope we do so, for all our sakes.

Americans do not have to be boorish, ignorant bullies who only care for themselves and their own greed. We can be an enlightened people. Using our dwindling resources more wisely. Caring for our livingspace better. Practicing the science of peace at least as vigorously as the science of warfare. Striving for cooperation at least as much as striving for domination. Including all nations in friendship at least as much as singling out any one country to be this weeks’ enemy of the state for ***insert lame excuse here*** reasons. Welcoming intelligently designed compact people moving devices on the highways of the ignoramus SUV. We can do this! Hope is up to us all. Time to break from the past.

So anyway, this morning I was struggling with a new email client I recently downloaded. Trying to get it to send an email out, as well as download them from out there. And it occured to me what a struggle it is anymore to do somehting as simple as send and recieve email. At some point in the past, I used some text program like PINE, and started it, got my email saved to my local machine as text files, readable by human eyes. Nowadays, there are so many settings, layers of authentication and protection and filering. Then it saves it in some encrypted garbled crap. Oh sure, I realize they are all there to protect me, the poor defensless user from the big bad wolves of spam and virii circling about in cyberspace, waiting to pounce upon the unwary. But it is sometimes such a struggle just to get to where one wants to be anymore. Want to edit a webpage? Log in, go thru authentication protocols, navigate through two or three pages to your file manager. Want to write a blog? Get ready to jump through some hoops if you haven't been there in awhile (oh, and now they make you use another login for that too). Want to write some poetry or somesuch? better have it done long beforehand, as you'll be spending an hour at the computer, going through password exercises, clicking "okay" or "not now" on automatic update boxes, and such, trying just to get to where you need to be to actually DO something effective. Before all this came about, I Used to read science fiction books. And enjoy reading about other people doing the struggling with recalcitrant technologies. Now I do it every day, trying to read email that is, ultimately, meaningless and useless in the long run. What a waste of time! Guess I'm a "Mad Kitty" today (see above graphic). Oh well, hey at least it is Saturday :-)

THE SUICIDE BOMBER


Rasheed collected his tattered essence.
Coalescing before a great shining gate.
Awareness fast returning, he managed an 'ahah!'
'This must be paradise, my reward surely lies within!'
Jagged edges of his soul essence shivered, anticipating...
Suddenly, a voice filled all of space, thundering "NO!"
"You shall not pass! You are destined for eternal torment!"
Rasheed, experiencing shock, managed a 'why not?'
'I have sacrificed myself for the cause, given my life in the Jihad?'
"YOU have murdered many innocent people!"
"YOUR KIND is sapping the will and hope of a batttered populace."
"All they desire is Peace and Freedom - all you bring is DESPAIR!"
YOUR cause is a Jihad of evil, your harvest is nothing more than
Hatred, Pain, Misery, Death."
"For THESE SINS, Rasheed, you will only know eternal torment. Now Begone!"
And with that, two winged creatures, with terrible countenances, bore
What was left of Rasheed away and down, downward.....


No rhyme or meter, but it gets the point across.

MORE...
Dubya down on bended Knee,
Begging Saudis for more oil;
They reply, "Build more refineries!"
Financial markets in turmoil.

Detroit rolls out biggest and best,
V-8 behemoths proving ones' worth;
Derricks arise over tundra wilderness,
Increasing cunsumption matches our girth.

More congested highways,
More air pollution;
More fouled waterways,
Greed their only solution.

Abandoning civilization, Worshipping privatization,
Handing over regulatory agencies;
Blinded to any realization,
Earth is gagging on our version of democracy.

Lauding the passing of Americas' left wing,
While polluting and fouling our planet,
Profiteering legions are really swinging;
Enviornments' destruction will be Justices final dragnet.
Let the rivers burn, let the forests die,
I got my Hummer, I ain't gonna cry.




Please copy this poem, spread it like a disease -
Mother Earth is crying, and she won't be appeased.