Bad IV

"Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you're not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. 'Cause if you lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win. That's just the way it is."
- Forrest Carter,
"The Outlaw Josey Wales"

Millions Of Pages, Still No Problem

 

The First To Go

(Author Unknown)

My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.

When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.

During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.

That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.

My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.

"Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"

He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:

"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."

There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed and told his children, who watched the scene moved:

"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."

He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes... Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?

Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."

When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."

That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess".

Peace in your hearts.

-Author Unknown

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A Brief Meditation On A Sellout

I guess we can still listen to Deepak Chopra Classic. Chopra's relationship with Oprah Winfrey has long been problematic. Oprah still has more Teflon than Ronald Reagan when it comes to determining what she has/hasn't been involved with. For me, it wasn't until Chopra started pushing face diapers that it was confirmed he had turned. Or perhaps he had already been a fraud for quite some time.

Here's the source for Chopra's Facebook Post. It was a pleasant surprise to see how many of Chopra's followers immediately understood the severity of his betrayal.

According to Deadline, Chopra will be one of the participants on CNN's New Year's Eve Gagfest tonight. His latest flaunting of selling out, or reaffirming that he's been a sellout for an indeterminate amount of time.

Grammarly caught the misspelling of his last name by Deadline—it's “Chopra”, not “Choprah”. I guess Deadline can't afford even the free version? Or Open Office, another great program that is also free. Sheesh!

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Magical

"You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants a magical solution to their problem, and everyone refuses to believe in magic."
-"Jefferson",
character in the TV show "Once Upon a Time",
2012 episode entitled "Hat Trick"

A Renamed Steel-Toed Boot Is Still Worn By A Jackbooted Thug

If the LA City Council had actual Socialists, it would be interesting. But no, the Council has your everyday 1930s Corporatists. Corporatists don't give an FRA about "the proletariat". All they want to do is dramatically "thin the herd" and tightly control the rest.


"With the swearing-in of Hugo Soto-Martinez and Eunisses Hernandez just a couple of weeks ago, the Los Angeles City Council officially became 20 percent socialist."

"Not—for a very long time—known as a hotbed for what could be called conservative policies, the Council now may actually be the most officially Socialist governing agency in the country."

“Soto-Martinez spouts the typical woke/left/progressive buzzwords and platitudes, with words and phrases like 'centering' and 'listening' and 'organizing' and 'equity' and 'doing the work' and 'root causes' and 'systemic' littering his speeches. Read this for a deeper dive on the woke co-opting the language of therapy.”


LA City Council Lurches Even Further Left With Democratic Socialists of America Members

Californians For Vaccine Choice FB Post re the above article.

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Direction II

"'Alas,' said the mouse, 'the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into.'

'You only need to change your direction,' said the cat, and ate it up."

-Franz Kafka

Sad, Or Not Sad

My response to Stew:

Um, I'll take "Not Sad" for a lifetime, Alex.

Alike II

"Where all think alike, you will find also a central office where all the thinking is done."
-Jonathan P. Dolliver

Staging The World

 

You can see much more of Suzanne's excellent art:

Pinterest page, https://www.pinterest.com/zorabelle and

Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/ArtistAnonymisty

Dedicated To Those Who Might, Or Might Not, Have People Around Them This Holiday Season...But Not The Person

https://youtu.be/V_1escDofdQ

Tight-Fitting Asphyxiation

It would be fair to ask whether this falls under "Final Act Of Defiance", or a useful means of raising consciousness/fermenting protest. Either way, I have taken to trolling FB Advertisements that offend and/or irritate the crap out of me.

Today's ad-surdity is for a "Tight-Fitting" Face Diaper, screenshot below. I gave it a "Ha Ha" emoji, and Posted the following Comment:

"Tight-fitting, for your expedient asphyxiation, brain damage, and damage to other crucial organs!"

The manufacturer's website, which turns out to be Korean (South Korea. North Korea seems more inclined to play nice with the American people):

schttps://soomlab-korea.com

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Some Deaths Hawked, Many Ignored

 

Difference VIII

"Doctors are the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too."
-Anton Chekhov

Difference VIII

"Doctors are the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too."
-Anton Chekhov

Down At The Clinic

Oh Oh Oh,
Santa didn't know,
Yi Yi Yi,
Santa, goodbye...


Santa Gets Boosted

Yes, the "UK Health Security Agency" really did put that out.


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Optics: Eyes Into The Darkness

 

When I'm 34

Will you ignore me,
Will you force-jab me,
So I won't make 64.


Nothing to see here, move along. Don't ask questions like: What did Quentin Oliver Lee have to do in order to keep his position on Broadway? Why are cancer deaths soaring, especially with cancers where death at least was postponable if not curable? Why are cancers that used to be “slow-moving” now increasingly discovered only at advanced stages and taking people out in very short amounts of time?

But DO observe a moment of reflection. For all the additional deaths of young and old that will follow if silence and compliance continue. If questions aren't asked by more. If this isn't brought to a screeching permanent stop. If we continue to plod along even though the ditches--like in the 1930s--are filled with bodies until the Einsatzgruppen corporate media covers them and the truth with dirt.


"Broadway actor Quentin Oliver Lee has died at age 34, according to an online announcement from his wife. The post comes six months after Lee said he was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer."


"Lee’s Broadway credits include 'Prince of Broadway' and 'Caroline, or Change.'

He also played the title role in the touring company of 'The Phantom of the Opera.'"

Broadway actor Quentin Oliver Lee dies of cancer at 34



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Face

"There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation."
-W.C. Fields