HSF asked me to write an essay about a comment I made on M C’s wonderful essay here…https://www.theburningplatform.com/2019/05/10/motherhood-abandoned-part-1-the-lies/ …and tell how it impacts my life.
Since one of the big dogs asked me to do it, I’ll give it a shot. Obviously, I am not an essayist.
The comment…”The truth does not exist”.
That phrase is what comes to my mind whenever I hear examples of futility to avoid lies, fraud, hypocrisy, unjust laws, passing of laws/regulations that accomplish the opposite of what was intended (at least the intention we were told anyway) etc.
An example is the story HSF told about his Western Union customer service experience. The lie is “customer service “. That’s not customer service…it’s an example of the customer doing the serving. And after what sounded like an excruciating experience, the $$ STILL didn’t make it to the recipient.
Every soundbite. Every doctored photo. Every realtors description of a listing. Every muscle monster at the gym (steroids). Organic labeling. Transitioning. Banking/debt. The name of every act or new law/regulation and on and on and on, is enough to make a person believe “The truth does not exist”. HSF wondered(?) if there was a war going on between good and evil. Hell yeah there is and the devil is winning. The truth and who controls it will be the winner and the devil has a big ass lock on that shit. It is beyond valuable. The truth is the most valuable thing on earth and why it is controlled by TPTB as well as anything else that has value. Lies are everywhere. The truth, not so much. Math and provable science, I guess, are the only truths in existence, on earth anyway. Even then, not so much because evidently, women are men and men are women. That and common core math says if you tried, you’re right even if the answer is wrong.
Maybe the truth exists in the church (which church?) or the bible. Hmm, how many versions of the bible are there? Told by who and translated by who? Trust a pastor or priest over your neighbor? Are you f’n crazy or something?
Now, how has this affected my life? I think it has cheapened it. I have turned into the cynical old bastard at the end of the street. I think it has hollowed out all of society. I watch how easily my wife sucks up all the bullshit on Good Morning America. God I hate that show. Women are, imo, very susceptible to the bullshit because it is wrapped in feelings and emotions. One of the biggest most pernicious lies told to women is that motherhood is for losers. Or some such derogatory phrase wrapped in “empowerment”. See how powerful and effective lies are? That’s why they trump the truth. Powerful enough to get women to roll their eyes at their natural proclivities. My 23 yo daughter is pregnant again. Since it brings me great joy, I shared the news a client. She said, “oh no”. I simply told her we were ecstatic about it and moved on. Who is supposed to have babies, 40 year olds and gay couples? (Yojimbo – 2 more beautiful white babies.)
I don’t trust anything or anyone until after the promise has been kept. Yeah, that’s just a smart thing to do…protect yourself. But, we are a long way from a handshake and deep into lawyering up all the way through anything and everything (don’t forget that when she says yes, she can change it to no even after the boinking and she will have schools defending her.) Look, words don’t even have meaning anymore. “It depends what the meaning of the “is” is. I heard a politician answer a question with…”yes, if you are using the the dictionary definition”. WTF!!! What other definition would we use you fucktard?
But Donkey/Wip, read history books. Oh really? Who wrote them? The winners or the losers? Are there not 3 sides to every story? My side, your side and the truth? I had a very religious private school education from 1st through high school. Years ago, I friended my HS history teacher. He is all gung ho about the military. So, even though he is a Christian who is supposed to believe in non aggression and the fact that he knows (he’s got to know) we aren’t in it for democracy, he’s pro bombing the fuck out of people. Yes, I see this as an example of more lies…people say one thing but act/believe a whole other thing. Ever go to church on the 4th of July? Hypocrisy can’t be discerned when dealing with people you don’t know which means, to me anyway, you can’t trust that anyone is telling you what they think. In fact, tomorrow they may say something entirely different to someone else.
Ultimately, I think El Mistico (El Coyote) is correct…Beauty is truth. I’ll add innocence to that. Truth = beauty + innocence. At least that’s how I feel every time I look at my granddaughter. But, then I remember she is growing up in this same putrid mess. The same bullshit school system (unless we decide to pay for private school. But, damn, I’ve got more grandkids on the way. Who can afford many private school tuitions?). Ruled by the same snakes that prey on young minds.
As an aside, what is the average age children learn to lie and manipulate?
My granddaughter is going to be attacked by lies and liars her whole life and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it (maybe she will have a shot if I can convince my daughter to let my wife and I have her every weekend so we can take her to church and hope she doesn’t fall victim to some perv in the church. My daughters went on many camping trips when they were young). It makes me cry. Seriously.
We are so fucked because the truth does not exist. And if it does exist, how long until it is criminalized? Oops, it already has been in some instances. Fuck me. If you do find the truth, it most likely was buried underneath a trillion lies. And if you were to try to bring the truth to light, you have to yell and scream louder than the thousands of crazies who think the truth is equal to whoever is the loudest or who is the biggest victim or who has the most power.
I want to give a shout out to Diogenes’ Dung for his comment….
“You’re well-suited to writing that essay, HSF; you’re The Metaphor Whisperer.
The truth must be approached metaphorically, for it is subjective within human consciousness.
I see “The Truth” for humanity like a stock market with everybody betting their own truth.
The reason that Ultimate Truth, God, is unknowable to humans, is because He ‘recapitulates’ all opposing truths within Him. No human can do that.
Donkey Balls swings a heavy sack – throwing that out, ripe for downvotes in this lion pit. As far as human consensus is concerned, he was 100% correct.”
I’m not saying he and I agree or what we are saying is the same thing. I was just glad that to see his comment.
Why did I make that comment? The lie is “choice “. It isn’t choice, it’s murder.
That was absolutely worth writing. I have a much better understanding of what you were getting at than I did with the original comment. Cynical, misanthropic views can easily creep into our daily life based on experiences that clearly demonstrate human ineptitude, deceitfulness and cruelty, but these are not the only ones we have on any given day. Many days- especially if we commit to noticing these exchanges- our days are packed with positive, enlightening and uplifting experiences with our fellow men. It requires deliberate effort, but it is most certainly present.
What you are doing for your grandchildren has a very deep and far reaching effect on how they will make their way through life. I was very fortunate to have two complete sets of Grandparents that lived relatively long lives and had a major impact on my walk through life. One of my most valued experiences as an old man today are those nights when my dreams bring one or more of them back to visit with me. Their presence is palpable, the smell of them, the way they sound when they talk to me in that dream world, the words of encouragement they give me still remind me upon waking to never stop being grateful for the love, kindness and knowledge that others have so freely shared at some point in our lives when it offers them no opportunity of cashing in on the investment; planting trees you will never have the pleasure to sit in the shade of.
Great job, much better writing than you have given yourself credit for and honest. If nothing else it helped dispel any nascent cynicism I may have felt today. And that is the truth.
What a treasure, our dreams, and the visitors they bring.
Well, suh, I have had dreams that weren’t a pleasure. When I quit smoking a long time ago, I had a dream that I had started smoking again. There was no thought behind it, I was simply smoking like nothing at all and it horrified me. Then there was the time my ex-GF appeared in my living room, I hid behind a wall in the other room. A man in a white cloak appeared, he said, don’t worry, she will go her own way.
No doubt. Dreams can oil the hinges on doors long closed.
The worst, for me, was waking up from one dream after another, all the same, when I was 17.
Rising from an afternoon nap and going to the living room to sit and talk with my father.
“Dad, you won’t believe the nightmare I just had. I woke up from a nap and, just like now, went to the living room to sit and talk with you. The instant I said something to you, your mouth opened really wide and I could see two empty eyes staring at me from the back of your throat.”
My father would open his mouth and showed those eyes again, and again, and again…
…until I woke up in a bed soaked with sweat.
Then I went into the living room, cloths clinging, to ask him to sign my ‘permission slip’ to join the Navy.
He had no extra eyeballs, no white cloak, and a huge smile.
El,
I had that same dream just days ago.
prolly not too late for you to enlist in a border militia…
You only have dreams about this and we all know it.
I had the smoking dream that El had. I quit 16 years ago. It was very strange to have that dream. In the dream, I was asking myself what the hell I was doing smoking that crap.
You made me laugh out loud… Where is that coyote critter who made me laugh and smile long ago before I almost died?
Howdy Ho! I really was sick in the hospital and it was mean of you to jump on the back of that turtle and try to bite me.
Wanna see a funny video of me doing battle with an alligator snapper that literally crawled up the hill to my yard? Well, if this gets a thumbs up I’ll put it on Vimeo and give you a link. It makes these hillbillies around here laugh. Of course, they are rather dimwitted at times…
She’s real! I keep dreaming of this girl at the beach when I’ve never even been to Florida.
HSF,
As always, your words are appreciated. I only wrote this because you asked me to.
My daughters grew up with 2 sets of terrific grandparents. Myself? No grandparents to speak of. Yes, I think it can make a world of difference.
I applaud you for eliciting the comment and recognizing the effort put into making it. Not because I’m anything special, Yertle you obsessed asshole, but because we should recognize and uplift one another.
Listen to the Farmer, Wip, he is a wise man. Really.
Mary,
True that. I’ve been listening to him for quite awhile now. HSF gets plenty of respect around here.
I did not say HSF challenged me or that I disagreed with him. I simply said he asked me to do this. Since I consider HSF to be a big dog, I honored his request. I did the best I could.
And that, sir, is the best any of us can be expected to do.
You and your family might make it through… but the descendents of Daniel Boone? They say the rest of these ignert assholes are NOT coming here.
You’re right. The Boy Scouts, a seemingly wholesome institution, had been a complete lie for decades.
Anyone see the All Gay AT&T commercial? How about the All Black AT&T commercial? We are being brainwashed and programmed by all forms of media and international corporations (which should all be broken up under existing anti-trust laws btw). Welcome to 1984 where lies are the truth and the truth is a menace… Chip
Chip,
Bingo bango.
Take a look at the Target weekly ads. You’d think 90% of America was either black or gay. The rest are into interracial relationships. What a complete load of horse shit they are laddling out.
ladling. Shoveling would be a better choice of words.
“Trust a pastor or priest over your neighbor? Are you f’n crazy or something?”
Are you f’n crazy? You invited an avalanche of downthumbs with that.
I’ll be tossing upthumbs to those who give you one, ‘cause that was some fine shooting; 17 rounds, all through one hole in the bull’s Eye.
Dung,
This is a doom blog. Surprised someone would say something like that here?
Also, isn’t the title to this little diddie something Diogenes might say?
Alexander the Great had everything he wanted. The love and admiration of men, women, and eunuchs; the Glory of unmatched conquest and fame, vanquishing his people’s foes, continents bowing before him. But he was not wise. He was not revered for eyes that saw the Truth. It bothered him, and he sought to fill his empty space in the company of Diogenes.
Alexander rose before sunrise to begin his first day with Diogenes, his horse’s hoofs tattooing a brisk pace in the cool earth. At his destination, he approached Diogenes with the sunrise, as Diogenes crawled from the giant urn in the Temple portico, naked, squinting and scratching.
As he arranged himself comfortably on the steps below, Alexander approached him with a greeting and an offer. “Diogenes! How long I have waited for this moment, for this honor! If I were not Alexander the Great, I would want to be Diogenes! Allow me to grant you a wish, any wish. Whatever you ask shall be yours!”
Diogenes, still scratching, replied, “Get outta my fukin’ sunlight.”
Dung,
Haha. Interesting that Diogenes was a damn snipper of coinage, huh? Just another F’n liar.
Haha indeed. Diogenes would laugh heartily along with you.
Coin snipper? In which dusty volume did you find that indictment? Old term, but it was his dad that ‘coined’ it in their town of Sinope.
Diogenes was a peaceful rebel who wanted to destabilize “The Realm”. He sought The Oracle of Delphi’s council, who told Diogenes to ‘deface’ the coin of the realm.
Even Greece’s most illustrious Philosopher, an ascetic who shunned all material wealth, easily misunderstood a woman he was listening to but didn’t hear. Ms. Delphi meant the realm’s ‘culture’ (which, as we all know here, is the key to destroying a realm).
Before Diogenes figured that out, he and his dad, a banker, took a chisel to a bunch of coins, defacing them. Like me, he was known to deface sacred cows and laugh about it, with humor that many didn’t find funny.
https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/diogenes-of-sinope-224.php
Like you’n me, Diogenes didn’t think the search for truth was worth it without laughing at customs that defied it. He laughed at himself most of all.
My neighbor’s can hear me roaring laughter through the bathroom roof vent when I look in the mirror.
Dung,
Seems I got the wrong Intel. Deface not snip. So, I have a different outlook toward him with that new, to me, information. I’d love to deface some government golden calf of some type.
Boycott whatever they subsidize
BTW, history didn’t report the dialogue between Alexander and Diogenes as it was voiced.
Nobody ever insulted Alexander the Great and lived. Except Diogenes.
To report the actual ‘insult’, in any written form, would have invited death.
History does a good job of ‘prettifying’ the Truth.
And snipping it too.
ditty, rhymes with titty.
Can I have one of those?
Your going to look funny with just one. Wait a while and your moobs will come in before you know it.
I don’t need help looking funny…. I wanted your ditty, not a titty.
Don’t have moobs, ain’t gonna gittum. Unless I quit pushups/squat thrusts. They’re essential for surfers of any age and it doesn’t take many.
My eHarmony dates all get wide eyes when a hug reveals a my firm chest. Their excitement wafts Old Spice
Old Spice? You into trannies Mr. Hardbody Squat thrust?
O.K.
I’ll admit it. It was my daddy’s aftershave and, like you, I have an Electra Complex. But it’s not a problem. Or a neurosis. Or anything. I’m sure.
Trannies don’t appeal to me.
My first wife’s college roommates were beautiful trannies. They loved it when I got drunk during a game of strip poker and dick-whipped them.
But trannies don’t appeal to me.
But I do like watching guys who are watching their wife blow a tranny.
You?
i lead a quiet, pious life.
You ever pious in a Russian bed?
only with seven pious hookers
Putin’s pious dwarf hookers?
Holeeee FUCK!!
Did you win the erection?
Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.
…and THAT is the goddamned truth.
No downvote needed. Oxymoron’s refute themselves.
Donkey Balls is, literally, a Work In Progress. ?
Obviously, we’re all works-in-progress because this is happening.
So what if there were no answers, but only choices?
Holly O. once wrote that “cynicism is armor against disappointment“. I may have heard similar before but her version really hits home.
Does Forrest Gump’s feather float randomly or by design? Are the hairs on your head really numbered?
Does your answer matter either way?
Perhaps truth is merely the recognition of patterns. But what is doing the recognizing?
Because between thought and action there are choices; one way or another. What if good and bad were variations of hot and cold, light and dark with the latter designations being the absence of the former? And from there it was all a matter of degree; like on a spectrum.
Then, if that were the case, could it be that John and Paul we’re right? But what is love anyway…
Many who have struggled to love themselves would tell you that love’s essence is acceptance
John said;
Paul said;
My father recites John 3:16 every other time I visit him and my mother.
And what does he recite the alternate visits? Malachi 3:16?
Here… let me help.
https://www.bibleref.com/Malachi/3/Malachi-3-16.html
The other times it’s some type of derogatory attack on a family member or his one and only son in law.
My fathers father was a real bastard. I met him only once. Just that one interaction with my grandfather was of him cussing me, my brother and cousins out. We didn’t tie up his rowboat. Family history story says one of my earlier relatives (early 1900s) told one of their children to sleep in the barn because they were bedwetters. The kid froze to death.
My grandfather had 3 sons. He left $1 and a note to each one of them in his will. Each note was him telling each son how they were only worth $1.
You are exactly what I thought you might be when I first read what you wrote. Thank you for confirming it.
When I was a kid, I was taught by a pack of old spinster school teachers who believed the best thing a child could be doing when not weeding the garden was reading the Bible.
I think those mean old women might have been onto something.
I came back to say MeG approves this comment.
or Mark Twain’s ‘Letters from the Devil’
and, because our sponsors require equal time for those maligned.
“Yahweh approves this comment.”
https://youtu.be/Dac1udaZ6UI
Letters From The Earth. One of my favorite authors, his Mysterious Stranger was the most nihilistic tale ever written
When I think of Twain and topics such as “the philosophy of Truth,” I can’t help but think of the masterpiece he wrote called “The Mysterious Stranger.”
I’m sure many here among the well-read have read and pondered this piece but for those who haven’t, it is worth it …
a collection of some excerpts…. https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/908563-the-mysterious-stranger
Unforsaken,
Yes, a work in progress.
You do realize this is a tribute band and not the Beatles? As soon as I heard the voice, I when to the YT channel and, yes, tribute. John Lennon is a much better singer than that.
No, he doctored his voice heavily, however, I understand what you mean, your auditory memory recognizes a fake recording.
Excellent essay; well done Donkey.
Even Pontius Pilate had to ask the eternal question to The Lord:
(at 2:08)
He waited too long for an answer. You are 100% correct when you assert that The Devil – The Father of The Lie – runs the show down here.
Thanks Peq.
The truth IS out there. You just have to make an effort to go out there and find it. It takes effort. Who said life is easy. The people that rule over us know we – serfs – are lazy and also easily distracted. This has allowed their cabal to lord over us for hundreds of years … maybe even longer . I work in the business world. When I get home, I cannot wait to get out of my monkey suit. I would imagine most men are like me. When I was younger .. I found it difficult to understand that there was a group of people … politicians …. who spend their entire weekends in these uncomfortable get-ups. I couldn’t imagine a reason why. As I’ve gotten older I’ve come to see why. Because they are not like us. For them, this was/is a small price they are willing to pay to be lap dogs for our/their globalist overlords. In their minds, they still are above all of us.
As for which Bible to ‘trust’. Do some homework and Jesus Christ will provide the answer. God WANTS you to know His eternal truth. But you have to put in some effort. Nothing is, nor should it be easy … ever. Here. I’ll provide you with some assistance. Go online … (google) see what Chuck Smith has to say about various Bible versions. Why Chuck Smith? I’ve listened to his Bible broadcasts and have invested literally hundreds of hours. I’ve yet to find Mr. Smith straying from what the Bible teaches. You are correct. Many new versions have become adulterated. Would you expect anything less from satan in these days? Much of the change has to do with weakening/eliminating the ‘deity’ of Jesus Christ.
For those that do want to have their eyes opened further .. there are (at least at the moment) several excellent youtube sites. Here are two …. 1) A Call for an Uprising & 2)Shaking My Head Productions.
These sitess will show you the evidence of what is transpiring all around us … 24/7 …. non-stop.
Hope this helps.
Motley,
We attend McLean Bible Church. It is a huge church. Too huge (I do hope to take my grandkids there though. They have amazing youth opportunities). Lon Solomon preaches directly from the bible. He reads a verse(s) and then interprets it. Interpretations.
I make a often make the point that what is ‘preached’ is an interpretation of redacted documents.
Like it matters. It doesn’t. What matters is that people are seeking the truth, a meal eaten according to appetite and preference.
Let’m eat, and include them in your prayers..
The Truth was and is always at hand.
The problem with finding it is twofold.
One, it is so often shaded and adulterated with so many lies or untruths that it is hardly distinguishable.
Secondly, and most importantly, most people, dare I say 95% or more, both liberals and conservatives, aren’t really honest enough with others and themselves that they don’t really want The Truth.
They only want their truth.
To truly know the Truth we have to look deep inside ourselves and be brutally honest and ultimately be accountable for it regardless of what we are willing to uncover.
That is why most deep down don’t really want to know and never will. It’s easier, much more palatable, to believe a lie about ourselves than be accountable to the truth.
To truly find the Truth requires true humility and brokenness. We have to so often first come to the end of ourselves our pride.
Jesus said ” I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Life and no man comes to the Father except through Me” and ” the meek shall inherit the earth”.
All else is from the Devil, the father of lies.
It’s all up to us individually if we really want to know this side of judgement. This side of eternity.
If we really do we’ll stop making excuses and get down on our knees and honestlycall upon the name of the Lord regardless the cost.
All together now…
“To truly know the Truth we have to look deep inside ourselves and be brutally honest and ultimately be accountable for it “.
That’s the sum of it.
The brutality of refracturing broken truths within diminishes with humility and true alignment arrives with accountability.
Does anyone have the link to Hardscrabble Farmer’s Western Union story? I want to forward that around but can’t find it?
Thanks for the assist.
NO
I had to send a Western Union today, something I’ve done over the years so it wasn’t a first time experience. The closest one in my local grocery store had stopped offering the service so I had to drive two towns over. They no longer have the slips that you used to fill out showing sender and recipient, amount, etc. The process now begins with a special phone kiosk down at the end of the counter that looks like it was last cleaned the day it was installed. My educated guess is that since it belongs to Western Union the people who run the Rite Aid ignore it as “not their problem”.
Fine.
So I pick up the receiver and begin the tour of the first few circles of hell called “If you’d like to continue in English please press one” gauntlet. This I dutifully comply with through a series of questions about past use of the service, my phone number, if I am sending or receiving, etc. to which I input through a series of 1’s and 2’s and hashtag/asterisks/pound signs/stars/whatever nomenclature they happen to be using on any given day. This process was followed by a short debriefing on who I shouldn’t be sending funds to- much, much longer than you would have ever imagined to include paying for taxes/timeshares/in response to robo-calls/for bail/in response to telemarketing/please stop me before I am forced to repeat the entire litany from memory. Apparently Western Union considers it’s customer base too stupid to be able to determine for themselves who they should and should not be sending funds to, but in the end they wrap with a disclaimer that should your funds not arrive or should you be the victim of some scam, too bad, so sad.
By the time I got to the end of the sermon I had almost forgotten why I was even there, but the voice, so heavily computer generated it sounded like Marvin the Martian talking about frequency modulators continued to pepper me with queries. It then asked me about every transaction I had ever had in the past trying to narrow down the recipient instead of letting me tell them who it would be going to, a process that added another three or four minutes to the already protracted process. Finally I get into the ‘wait for the next available agent’ line and sat there for another three or four minutes until an exceptionally fast talking Malaysian/Tagalog/Ulan Baturian got on the phone and began to quiz me about everything I had just spent the last ten minutes divulging through a series of telephonic prompts; name, phone number, how much, who was I sending it to, who I wasn’t sending it to, etc. The speed at which she was able to speak was matched only by her inability to differentiate between any letters that sounded like any other letters; B, T, D, E, C, P are all interchangeable in the Asiatic mind. Despite my very best ability to slowly and methodically spell out each name required and to use the phonetic alphabet and her insistence on repeating back to me random words or letters in a way that indicated either a severe time lapse between where I stood in North America and where she sat in East Asia or some form of autism/Asperger’s syndrome that required speaking over me or leaving long uncomfortable pauses where I imagined the connection had been dropped. The amount of time and the limited information we exchanged could have been done in a minute, perhaps two if it had been done by the person standing behind the counter who simply regarded me with doleful eyes and a shrug every time I cast a glance in his direction. In this case it ate up another solid ten minutes at which point she read to me a nine digit “temporary confirmation code” in an equally perplexing manner, like this- “One. (thirteen second pause) twosevensixfivefive (in under one second as if she were trying to set a new speed reading record) followed by another long delay and ending with another burst of number gibberish which required me to ask her to repeat the entire number again.
With this accomplished I asked about the money part and she told me to see the man behind the counter, and unceremoniously thanked me for my business and hung up.
I gave the slip with the number written on it to the guy behind the counter and he began to go through the exact same series of stupid questions I had already been asked and answered twice during the phone call. I complied (albeit with a grimace) and when he read back to me the name of the person I was sending it to, five letters, two syllables I discovered that two of them- 40%- were incorrect. I pointed it out and he told me that I had to begin the entire process over again from the beginning.
No joke.
I won’t waste any further time trying to describe the next twenty minutes I spent on the phone with someone else who not only had a much worse accent than the first agent, but who was entirely non-conversant in phonetic spelling or even where the letter should appear- “Ees thet ‘B’ as een toom or ‘P’ as in ammoneeyah?”
Total time to send a single Western Union not including the hour round trip was close to forty five minutes.
Minimum.
Every single exchange that takes place in the modern world today is an opportunity to prove that nothing is functioning as it was designed, nothing. The more complex our society becomes, the more enmeshed it is in it’s complete reliance on foreign slave labor, the more each experience and exchange is diminished and the level of frustration that accompanies it ratchets up to the point of near complete collapse.
Today, in order to “receive” a greeting from my son, I was asked to provide a credit card number to access the account from which my clever son created to greet me on Mother’s Day.
My son will NEVER make that mistake again. He only thought his mother avoided cyber shit. He KNOWS now. I was trained to track animals, then I was trained to track signals. Now?
I track predators.
good on you..
you have my deepest sympathies…i cannot count the layers of frustration i have gone thru with countless bs like you described. the urge is to bludgeon the crap out of whoever i can reach
Thanks, HSF. Thanks for taking the time.
Bitcoin
I’m with Pequiste Donkey…enjoyed the layers and your depth of heartfelt honesty.
Nice to know you got my 6.
Asshole…. I got it too. I am just down here in flyover country preparing a place.
DB knows.
Most guys have plenty of room on their ass for those who’d like to cover it.
But don’t count on me, DB. I’m busy covering Mygirl’s… insatiably
lovelovelovexoxommmmm…happy happy…when i heal up, watch youself
self-medicating again?
heh. like cosby, meds bring love
M G,
You got my 6 also?
I know who and where you are and think you could make it over the Big Muddy.. I know who you are. You might get put in charge of watching old Fleabaggs, who told me personally he could not be trusted.
That was funny and still is.
Is me… M G still laughing…
The 2nd most popular baby name ending in Mygirl… maybe”
No One
oh please, you know better…twit
I’m sorry, I forgot you had a busted wing. That was a reptilian reflex and that’s not me, I mean , No One.
that was most assuredly you…you have no off switch…go back to ass coveting
Rinse and repeat.
“Diogenes does NOT have my 6, he is busy watching mung beans being patted.”
I didn’t have a chance to announce my coming out party and I got outed here. Adminnnnn!
The only lies I tell are the truth about myself.
El,
You got to go deeeeeper.
That’s what she said
Lucid dreaming is an easy gateway to inner worlds where one can have absolute control of the dream. It is very difficult to stay in a lucid dream because becoming too exited by the power to create/control wakes you. Gotta stay frosty but, who doesn’t want to excite themselves?
Subconscious travel (trance) is a lot riskier – especially if you have ANY fear. Not an easy place to control anything because there’s always bigger, badder, MF’rs saying hello. Better be ready to love them.
The door to the subconscious should read:
Walk in Fear, die in the night.
Walk in Love, live in the light.
I learned to LD by frequently questioning, when I was awake, “Am I dreaming?”
Keep it up and sooner or later, two things will happen.
“You’ll ask yourself, while actually dreaming, ‘Am I dreaming?” and realize that you are. There is a single instant available to ‘capture’ the dream and take control, before it recaptures you. Then teach yourself to jump up and fly like superwoman.
It’s a great way to open yourself up to the demonic realm and possession.
Lucid Dreaming is 100% safe way to visit the subconscious. Your dreams are yours, entirely. The only thing different from your other dreams is that you can control the script, actors, and the outcome (after learning to be calm)
Trances are an entirely different thing, and they do have risks. Demons are lower-order phenomenon attracted to fear. It is their sustenance. Paralyzing fear is easily encountered when traveling, unguided, in our collective subconscious – and it is a collective; everything is there and nobody ‘owns’ it.
As a novice explorer, I sometimes wondered if the voices I heard were playing me… until I asked questions. It’s proven to be a reliable place to ask and receive.
If my questions don’t scare me.
in meditation there is a point that can be reached which seems to be part of the realm of the One, it is easy to get caught up in there and that way lies madness.
Castaneda much?
All gringo Shamans have.
Me, just the Teaching of Don Juan. I found his description of the Yaqui technique for extending a leap (projecting ‘power’ from the solar plexus to grasp the object one is leaping toward) very similar to what Lobsang Rampa, a Tibetan Llama, called ‘Japorta’, a form of low-grade levitation used to leap over Himalayan crevases.
Done that, in huge surf (without thinking about it) to to make it through a crushing closeout – I’ve never gone so fast on a surfboard
Oh, the 2nd thing, after mastering LD:
You’ll start having dreams while you are awake… that continue while talking and listening to people.
Not the “I wish” daydream kind. The kind where you meet people you know and don’t know, do things you do and don’t do… while saying and doing what you are doing.
and you discount jung? master lucid dreamer hisself…
Soul is neither male nor female and it is both.
Like his contemporaries and many that have followed, Jung was hung up on sexual identity. He recognized the struggle to acknowledge the union within each of us as a dual identity (anima/animus), as did Freud (Electra/Oedipus).
His sexual prism colored his perception of our underlying psychoactive urges and ascribes them the barriers to being content while doing what we are here to do:
1. Survive
2. Reproduce.
3. Raise children
4. Raise ourselves in the process of 1-3.
Heinlein’s books explored sexual morphism long before it became today’s I.D. issue. Our inner struggle to know our ‘dual-sex’ Soul shouldn’t be the ‘recognized’ precursor to neurosis. It isn’t. Trying to swallow truth that isn’t, is.
Jung was sincere and no phony, but his dreams were colored by his own truth.
The search for Truth is what motivates 4
nitpicking..
flossing
debriding
scalping
Before Mygirl…maybe escalates this into banned language, we will pause for a brief intermission and allow everyone to assume a natural position.
Now unavailable on YouTube; it encourages laughter at mutual racism.
Please have your white trash children leave the room, if you value their white privilege
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“what is the average age children learn to lie and manipulate”
Day 1
I can detect a lie before it gestates. Or so I thought.
My oldest daughter, barely three, developed severe conjunctivitis, red, swollen eyes weeping yellowish pus that caked her eyelids. The eyedrops were painful and I dreaded her screams. The drops were kept in a top shelf kitchen cabinet. They disappeared.
She was in my arms when I reached for them. I looked at her, her sweet cherub face only inches from mine, and asked, “Lelia, do you know what happened to your eye drops?”
She looked at me with her big beautiful, innocence, unflinching eyes, “No, Daddy.”
When we moved years later, I found them buried behind never-used cookware in the bottom kitchen cabinet.
It was truly confusing, to be proud of her in that moment. Confusion shared by all parents, I suspect.
I get it. And it profoud beyond understanding. Like Peace is sometimes.
I’m gonna give you a good response. This deserves it for many reasons, not the least of which is that you are a long standing member of this blog, which dear Stucky noted a few days after he discovered what had happened to me when I got sick. Thanks, Stuckenheimer… Flat Stucky will give you honor and a few bucks to Admin protected by people who don’t want to shit on Admin just to hate on me.
So, Donkey Balls… a Rose by any other name, pal… and you don’t have to admit you are my pal. I only look if I like you and if I think you turned asshole, I don’t look any more.
That means YOU Yertle and I really do have a really hilarious video of me armed for turtle.
But, it may take me a bit. I’ve been doing Mother’s Day duty. I do have a recently graduated rocket scientist out there programming medical corporations networks to know what each and every one of you take daily to keep the old hearts pumping and stuff. I told my doctor the other day I would like to stay OFF all medicines for six months to let my body figure out what it can do on its own. He agreed. I LOVE Popeye Doyle, even though he would smack me if he knew I called him that. Old retired US. Navy Ships Doctors don’t seem to like that for some reason. I’m glad he decided he liked the Ozarks instead of New Jersey. So, his son is a pilot in the Navy… the other a Doctor. I told him my son joined the “other side” and started working for Corporate Medicine. He said to remain calm and realize things happen for a purpose.
Yikes. If I’d known I was sending my son to school to learn how to spy on people I would have sent him into AF Basic Training with a guaranteed job in AWACS like I had. Sheesh.
Just like my grandfather here probably wished he’d been able to stop my father from volunteering to “man” a gunner position in a PBY because his own gunner was not in sight. My father got shot down and captured as a gunner on a PBY when he was a crew chief who happened to be standing on the flight line when Dutch Harbor, Alaska was attacked.
The Pilot, “Scrambling”* asked my father “do you know how to shoot a gun?” and my father said “Yes, sir!”
He spent the next three years and four months in a Japanese POW camp. He was a character, I’ll tell ya.
But the story is NOT about him. It is about my grandfather.
Because my grandfather was a seriously committed man of God. When the telegraph came to him announcing his son had been shot down and taken prisoner in Japan,who’d attacked Pearl Harbor only a few months before, causing his son to enlist to serve his country, my grandfather simply dropped to his knees, according to WITNESSES. Then, after a few minutes, he stood, handed the telegraph back to his wife, my grandmother, and said to her, my aunt and the delivery man, “It will be fine. It is in God’s Hands.”
Did he know?
*If you were ever true airborne status and stood alert during WARTIME, you know what “Scrambling” means. If you do not? I do not care to explain.
I think there really is an opportunity for TRUTH. I just don’t know how much BELIEF and FAITH one has to invest.
The PBY was my favorite airplane. Built many a plastic model as a lad.
A sailor I befriended on Midway Island built a 1/6th radio controlled model that I covet to this day.
M G,
Are you trying to be Mygirl? Where is she? If I wasn’t married, I’d consider stalking her. Out of puppy love, of course.
Anywho, you have some seriously interesting stories.
Maybe Truth = Faith + Belief? Man, I am really thinking I have been right all along…The Truth Does Not Exist.
I’m lurking but no real commenting. Had accident and now my arm’s in a sling so must one finger type for next 6 wks. I’m reduced to small sentences. (Sir Dung pls. don’t be a brat)Some good writing there, DB, I think you are destined for greatness. XOXO
Mygirl,
Get well.
Thank you.
Wow, you must’ve had an arm yanked off, or you’re zoned on oxy.
I expected your usual schizoid response to Donkey Ball’s momentary weakness…
…his offer to stalk you.
You know, your usual finger gesture to approach and then a wave-off.
Heal quick. We need three of your fingers. 2/1
dd: i love you too and the drugs help with that
Fuck. I should’ve said that to Fatal Attraction
Well, here’s the deal…DB is sincere…you’re being a brat…poking for a rise and that ain’t gonna happen without viagra
There’s still time to call her up and call her by another name (mygirl, maybe)
Nothapnin’
I spend all of the time you say I have during FA’s daughter’s weekly calls to conspire with me over our Mexico plans.
Whatever time remains, I spend wisely as a brat.
If you close one eye and poke a stick in the other, mygirl is the spitting image of FA.
Mygirl,
That’s my jam!! I hope you’re not cheating on me.
???
Never! Minor dalliances only, my heart belongs only to you…
gee, thanks alot..DD is toying with me, he’s got a honey on the side….sniff
Whataya expect, doting over songs from a kneegriss who looks like Kim Jong-un dragging for Rodman on Karaoke Night at HF’s while professing devotion to a barnyard ballsack.
You’re just like every woman who yanked her treble hook in my sweaty nook.
I’m sorry you’ve had such bad luck with women
She kept a stranglehold on my bones until I told her I lived without flesh.
Here I come again now, baby
Like a dog in heat
https://youtu.be/Hk603jfcgmw
She doesn’t look anything like one of the Tree Stooges, and Mygirl… is Moe.
Now, Everybody Knows.
why Mygirl…can’t stop being mean
https://youtu.be/NhDhtmiEyy4
shhhhhh…
Dung,
Mygirl is a real fighter. Not a ditz. You’ll learn.
Btw, it wasn’t a momentary weakness. I like a tough girl.
Don’t tell her… but I kind of like her too.
thank you both
Both?
There are , like, 17 of us at your pig party.
Oh… the blindfold. I forgot.
17? that many voices in your head…who we channeling now? must be rough for such a small dome to hold so many voices.
That does it. Nobody ridicules my pinhead.
Guys, one of you put her ball-gag back in.
Mygirl… I’ve been banged around and scarred beyond polite conversation.
I had an abortion at 17 resulting from a good Catholic farmer boy but for some reason Mary’s attempt to break the wall of silence doesn’t do it for me.
How about you?
As a shield for you, I will tell these giant assholes here who do not KNOW what they think they know to let you speak.
OR Else I’ll send out the Botz. lololololol…. the botz
And Hollywood anybody needs to change his name. Ozark boys from Misery are hunting you down.
Seriously, you ignorant asshole. They are not oblivious to code. Run motherfucker run
I feel like a whirling dervish… spinnin’ in a circle of assholes, nowhere to run.
Would somebody wink theirs, if it isn’t too scarred?
Dung,
I don’t see any assholes here. Maybe some misunderstanding?
https://www.foodbeast.com/news/butthole-shaped-chocolate/
Now there’s a Hershey Kiss I’d deeptongue
Donkey Balls …?
MG: “Seriously, you ignorant asshole… Run motherfucker run”
Your sack whirling too fast too see them, or to run?
Gross. Do you lean gay?
what’s gross is how they make the mold
I lean chocolate. Dark. Chocolate.
Thanks MG. They’re interesting anuses though. they couldn’t stop me from speaking if they wanted to. My scars have scars:) When I can type better we shall have a convo.
Am glad to welcome you to the “real” burning platform, Mygirl. In spite of the idiots who think they are in charge. JQ got a donatios from me today and whether he admits it or not, I managed to get t there and it wasn’t simple, like it should be.
AND, in spite of his being on someone’s shit list. And he and Avalon realize it.
Or they should.
And me too.
I should just stay gone… but some of use never freaking learn….
to boogie?
burn, Platform, burn!
https://youtu.be/LH-QwK4v0ZI
Thank you. I’ll adopt your explanation for future impolite conversations.
I didn’t share my personal loss along with Mary, but I know (without knowing) that I have a child, possibly children, that I don’t know or ever even heard about.
Regardless of age, abandoning fatherhood, even if by not looking back after a brief encounter, leaves ghosts that haunt.
And knowing that makes all the difference.
A polite nod of thanks. We really Big Dogs know who we are.
Admin does too.
in the world of big dogs i am a chihuahua…
A little Meximut that thinks it’s Yeti, barks incessantly, and warms old ladies laps?
That’d be my biggest disappointment since Toto yanked curtain on The Great and Powerful Oz
what kind of doggie might you be?
My bumper announces Dachshund…
across a silhouette of one… “I love my wiener”
I do, but I’m not a dachshund, I’m a Drahthaar.
You have a spotted hide and moustache and beard?
When I’m not a chihuahua I’m a kangal
ooouuuuhhh….
…tiny or tall, I do love a curly tail
Your not ready, M. If you were, your would have. And maybe you never will. Share the entire story with anyone, I mean. I can’t figure you out. Your an enigma.
I just stopped in. For a minute.
Perhaps, my dear…. you didn’t make the cut.
Your words….
“Mygirl… I’ve been banged around..”
Do tell.
you, sir have a dirty mind…i truly enjoyed your writing of your wifes hands…btw
You don’t know that me and Booby Maggoo go back a ways to that beach with the fading stars where she revealed the Milky Way. A vision of Venus among the stars that made it hard to get up off the rocks.
tequila will do that
O.K.
But I get suspicious when TBP’s ventriloquist says please to sell truth to his dummy
Rough being the dummy, isn’t it?
You make me want to know you Mygirl…. why?
MG: Typing w/one finger…birds of a feather flock together.
methinks the folks here have all had hard knocks, loss, teeth kicked in etc and come out on the other side, sadder, wiser, stronger and ultimately more compassionate.
. i have a profound trust in god but i still shake my fist in impotent fury and call him an sob at times. like many i came to a spiritual path via suffering, i was too stubborn so i had to suffer before i would pay attention. now i pay attention after only one or two thumps upside the head.
as to truth…truth is love. everything else is distraction.
Young Lady.
You have got my attention.
Therefore.
So does Admin. So Fuck You Yertle. Mary C and I will bring her across this river and you ignorant asswipes will NEVER cross.
EC has the oars on the ferry. Fuck you.
Amen, Mysister… always
Love is where Truth lives.
Very nice comment, Mygirl. Been there, done that.
Thank you….
If truth is love what is love?
And you can’t say truth.
In Ephesians Paul teaches the truth in love.
When life really sucks God may not always change our situation but He can always change our heart.
I like being the reason MG wants to know you.
You ventriloquize dialogue with your arm up Diogenes
ah, no. you speak all by yourself w/ no prompts from me. you are an enigma wrapped in a puzzle hiding from yourself and when you think about it you jump out and yell surprise to get your attention
You watch?
I scare the fuck outta myself after cursing God and he laughs at me.
Is that really speaking to myself?
yes…thou art god…mr. smith
Once the people who think they are in charge start having to pay attention, pal… Thomas Jefferson strts smiling.
These assholes do not understand individual liberty. They’ve been deprived of it too long.
I just want to say I thought a lot of Donkey Balls long befofe he was Donkey Balls.
Bofefe? Is that similar to cofefe?
Possibly, but do you really want to fuck with me right now?
Ballz- Who were you before you were Ballz?
BL,
(W)ork (I)n (P)rogress
Balz-I thought you looked familiar. 🙂
You too? I thought a lot about donkey balls before I ever encountered any.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of mule would foal after I heard them fap, fap fapping away on TBP.
mules are sterile…and thinking about donkey balls fap fap fapping sez you need help
Thou dost protest too loudly, sterile sophist.
Donkey Balls isn’t sterile, and his ‘ fap, fap, fapping where truth does not exist has fathered a fine mule of sterile understanding.
I’m still thinking about his baby mule.
You are still fixated on his big balls.
EC- Wonder what happened to Big Dick, have you seen him lately?
He was hanging out in my bathroom.
your bathroom? really? well then…
How many bread crumbs did you pick up after leaving Donkey balls to find Big Dick?
Wrong way.
ok, where is the right way?
you is gay…baby mule=big dick
I was exaggerating. You know who is hung like Godzilla? Yokes.
you know this for a fact? Dayum. and how did you come by this knowledge?
I want one! I want one!
I want a skull bolo, with Donkey Balls weighting its cinch.
You have been one of my favorite people here to talk to over the years. You are not pretending to be one of the “big dog caliber” folks. Neither do I.
Some do. Not you. Not me. Maybe not EC or the Beautitude dude. LOL
Thanks… whomever. Sometimes it is hard being here when the big dogs start howling about how big they are.
Especially for those of us who have watched other asshole Turtles thinking they were BIG DOGS get squished.
…maybe
If truth be told, not much faith/belief is required.
“for I solemnly declare to you that if you have faith like a mustard-seed, you shall say to this mountain, ‘Remove from this place to that. and it will remove; and nothing shall be impossible to you”
I liken the “Eureka!” moment of grasping truth to flying in lucid dreams. No amount of faith or belief that I can fly will launch me off the ground. I fly because I know I can fly; that nothing is impossible.
Perhaps lucid dreaming is the seed of faith. Speaking of it was frowned upon during the Inquisition.
Did he know? (That his son would survive the war in conditions that few could, or even wanted to.)
What a wonderful question to contemplate.
After reading King Rat.
I haven’t been around commenting on this site long, but read the site and comments for several years. Eventually, it was near impossible to continue without joining in the conversation.
I have a few observations that relate to the words of DB above.
Most of the real people here are on a quest for truth. We are a minority – a remnant. We were awake before the stupid “woke” reference became another improperly deployed/used word. We all see the same thing: the world is full of lies, distortions, distractions and criminals and has been turned on it’s head in the last 25, or so, years. It has corrupted much that we held dear. That doesn’t mean everyone is a liar, it just means we probably believe the majority are from daily interactions and observations. It’s easy to see that and not be cynical, because it’s accurate and we know that this level of deterioration was not always present in the U.S. – it was there, but not like today. Today, only 1 in 1000 can “handle the truth”.
Most people here have some type of religious connection – I went to parochial school too, DB. None here honestly (and not running interference) seem to believe they are saints or infallible. All are wondering and commenting on just how we got into this morally-deprived state of affairs. We all saw it coming. We all brought it up and were tut-tutted by friends, family, business associates and others for the last couple decades as the rot spread. Even now, many refuse to discuss any topics that are “hard”. “Never” is it “the right time” to “talk about that”.
And now, here we are at TBP. Like in The Stand, people have been “called” here…the good and those looking for truth are called to one city in The Stand (Boulder, CO) and all the evil ones go to Vegas (very fitting). There are other groups of good/evil actors – some we can see, some are hidden. All are locked in epic battles of good vs. evil that are at historic high points – right here and right now, in our lifetimes. Jim references the 4th turning a lot and that is another way of understanding where we are right now. We are at an Evil-Crest. They happen…They are cyclical.
In the end, Truth Wins Out. It looks like it won’t right now, but it will…that is how things actually work. We are near or just about at “peak darkness”. Shortly (and might mean 10+ years), it is all going to start shifting back. It might take time, so, just keep harping on the wrongs you see until it does – like you did in this essay.
Jumbos and Gumbos,
Lurker be no more. Nice.
“Even now, many refuse to discuss any topics that are “hard”. “Never” is it “the right time” to “talk about that”.”
You got that right.
“In the end, Truth Wins Out. It looks like it won’t right now, but it will…that is how things actually work.”
I’ll continue to be as patient as I can.
thanks for stepping up when challenged. Sometime people in charge don’t realize they’ve been put there.
Other times, my father said, they do.
How ’bout you, farmer?
Glad.
Thanks DB….
I sincerely appreciate it.
As you should
Most of the real people here are on a quest for truth.
My husband wants me to hang with him this evening, not on the interwebs. Which means I don’t get to read all the comments before I comment. So I will just say, nice rant. I followed every word and it made sense to me because I think I have ranted in my head like that before.
Pilate asked Jesus “What is truth?”
Jesus didn’t answer him. Some people don’t want the truth. The lies make them feel better so they will always gravitate to the lie. Sometimes we are all like this. But others will never listen to truth because they don’t want to know.
Have a nice evening, you all.
mary,
wanted to say thank you for the two smart, thoughtful articles you wrote recently. i find writing to be hard work. yours is appreciated, as is yours, DB.
truth is under constant attack, or at least undergoing regular suppression maintenance.
we’re intentionally bombarded by misinformation, esoteric symbolism intended for manipulation (whether mass manipulation or spiritual manipulation/magick), or, more frequently (in the news anyway), cultural marxist moral relativism. it is all insidious and it will all increase, all with the purpose of ensnaring as many as possible.
pilate cynically implies that truth doesn’t exist while The Truth stood humbly in his presence. probably a pretty safe bet that pilate wasn’t an idiot, yet pilate should have been weeping at/on Jesus’ feet, wiping away the tears with his hair, and anointing Jesus’ feet with fine perfume (which i’ll bet he owned).
have we been fed giant, life-altering lies? can the truth about anything ever be discerned? of course.
for example, here’s a topic i find fascinating, presented by a sharp 23 year old:
https://youtu.be/hTpCECW1ILk
I want to applaud you for giving it your ALL. An awesome job.
Thank you for that.
I never knew. Jesus remained silent when asked ““What is truth?”
He was its embodiment. If Pilate couldn’t see it, no point in explaining it.
And bless your husband for asking.
True dat. I have still not read Part II… I will in the a.m.
I come to this place, as a Grandpa, seeking truth. It is definitely getting hard to find these days. Thanks for sharing some.
1st, find glasses. 2nd, find something not hard.
Dung, you couldn’t find your dick with two hands and a pair of glasses.
Ah, EC, that was masterful.
You didn’t think he could find it for me?
So you need help?
I welcome it!
Wanna aim it for me?
Great read and great comments. There’s so little truth to be found in the world today, and maybe it’s just always been that way. Maybe we just get better at seeing the deception as we get older? Or maybe you only start seeing it once you decide to look?
Donkey –
To me, a lie is an intentional, deliberate manipulation of trust, for profit. Pearl Harbor. Fluoride. Vaccines. The Gulf of Tonkin. 9/11. Every FF designed to rob us of our right to self-defense. . .
And he has been “winning” since the garden, when he lied to Eve. He corrupted innocence and altered God’s creation. But the devil is not omniscient, not omnipresent (which is why I think that there’s such a push for AI and 5g surveillance – but I may be paranoid). God is, and the devil is no match.
Anyway, the war is over. Jesus and all that his sacrifice for us entails and reconciles. But “Woe to that man (devil) by whom the offense cometh!” The devil lost and knows his fate, but They haven’t come for him yet, so he is burning down the infrastructure of humanity, in essence. 1 Kings 19, after the wind and the earthquake and the fire, in none of which was God, Elijah hears a “still small voice” – the voice of God. Before too long, thanks to the metals in everything that accrue in our bodies, people who have not already understood the truth will not be able to, because all of the “radio” frequencies and electronic noise will drown that still small voice and people won’t be able to hear it anymore. So, as his reign here comes to a close, he just drags with him everyone that he can, and that is what we see in the world today.
And it’s hard NOT to be cynical, I think, because, indeed, for the supposedly leftward “woke” people, there is no truth; everything is relative, everything is possible, and everybody is an omnibody, whatever they wanna be, and IT IS INSANITY.
But there is truth. Not here so much, but it is real and it exists, regardless of what THEY believe, want to believe, try to force everyone to believe, and even if we argue over the finer points of”truth” . . . WE can damn well agree that there ARE lies. So long as we refuse to live it, that is “obey” the lies, we’re good, maybe even the last remnants of righteousness on this planet.
And you make some great points and have a sharp, off-the-cuff wit – so the article is both funny and thought-provoking, and that’s awesome. And Diogenes comment about you swinging a “heavy sack” . . . . yeah, I understand.
niebo,
That was a most awesome comment. And inspiring. Thank you.
Inspiring? Wow . . . but gotta give you props for the inspiration – great article, no sh*t. Am still “chewing” on it, honestly
“Before too long, thanks to the metals in everything that accrue in our bodies, people who have not already understood the truth will not be able to, because all of the “radio” frequencies and electronic noise will drown that still small voice and people won’t be able to hear it anymore. ”
Is that your writing niebo? Very prophetic. And scary.
Aluminum and mercury in vaccines, barium in chemtrails, wifi and coming 5G, and more scarier shit than that with AI.
People can’t hear that still small voice anymore, you are so right. The only escape is prayer and the acceptance of Grace. And forgiveness. Not of this world. But it is hard not to be in this world. Which is why I think us remnants have found this TBP place, it feels like home. A spiritual home.
I have discovered that all is not lost in this world this weekend. Attended my sons graduation at Liberty University. So many young people giving their lives to Christ and TRUTH. It was inspiring. (of course the Mike Pence speech solidifying solidarity with Israel was appalling). Anyway it did teach me that there is hope in some of the younger generation. A general theme of the grad ceremonies was that life as a Christian and truthteller would be hard, very hard. It will indeed, but what I saw from the young men and women I met, I think they are up to the task, and it gladdens my soul. They will be ostracized, ridiculed, threatened and even murdered, but I believe they are up to the task. ARE WE?
If I may be not very humble, I would like to note that my son won the very prestigious award of the highest rated honors thesis for the entire school, 147 entries across all school disciplines. Very proud Dad today!
ILuvCO2,
Good job Dad.
How to fight it: chlorella, DE, bentonite clay, organic sulfur, activated charcoal, raw honey…..
Excellent advice. Fasting is also a powerful way to detoxify, especially while quaffing a bentonite/psyllium husk slurry. A week-long fast can be a 3rd eye-opener (and colon irrigation during fasting will release long-accrued catarrh that looks like melted tire rubber) .
Bleech,,,
Best to have a shotgun at hand. You’ll be afraid it’ll crawl out.
Yeah, CO2, that’s me. Ugly, isn’t it? For all of the poisons, its the only end that makes sense to me.
Is it not funny/sad that YOU and I and WE know this is true? I look around every day – hear the idiots on the radio jabberwokking about glibs and globbith and blah blah and I can’t make sense of most of it, most of the time, and more often than not, I know, it is not worth the effort; I try to learn the language, because IT has changed since I was in college, and most college kids today (i live on the outskirts of a college town – one that loses half its population over the summer) and I see a bunch of grown eighth-graders, no joke. They are so clueless about . . . everything, and these guys are going to run this country in a couple of decades – so yeah, I understand that life for THEM (US) will be hard – and I lift them up in prayer: Jesus, Son of David, Have mercy on us, those of us who have trusted you, believed you, given our wills and wants and sins over to you to sift and shake and purify as you will so that what comes out is a Glory to YOU – YOU, the son of the LORD GOD, THE ALMIGHTY, who laid the foundations of the earth. who scattered the stars across the sky, who separated the dirt from the water and the night from the day and YOU who declared the end from the beginning – YOU are GOD and there is none like YOU, and I pray you hold these young men and women in the shadow of your hand, that none might snatch them away, and that you put your words into their mouths that they might speak the truth and that none might stop them, for the GLORY is YOURS, all HOPE is YOURS, and PEACE is YOURS to spread or to restrain – and I pray peace, LORD GOD, upon these young men and women, for, in this place of darkness, the light YOU have given them is OUR hope, our joy, our peace, for they are the subjects of OUR love – we have poured ourselves out for them, and, behold, LORD GOD, the glory that they embrace and praise – YOUR glory – YOURS YOURS! We are criminals and slaves before you, none of us worthy to untie the thongs of the sandals of Your son, who walked among us, healed us, fought for us, died for us, and who led the captives, thereby,into freedom – We are YOURS, LORD GOD, and I beg you, pour upon them YOUR grace and PEACE that this world, though it never be their home, be a place where they might rest their heads and heavy hearts, while they, our hope, fight to keep their eyes on YOU, LORD GOD. In the saving grace that is the love of Jesus, I pray.
To you and you only (and other idiots on this blog)
My friends from Southeast Missouri and surrounding areas close to Bea Attitudes and other in the Redoubt…
they ask me why we should let any of you ignorant motherfuckers past the Mississippi River?
I tell them that is why God put me here. To warn them…
heh…good one
Busted me UP!
Warnings are futile. We must be absorbed.
I suggested funnelling you all into Arkansas.
by the borg…your turn
I get to cut in line?
make a rhyme..cut in line
You two bozos realize this is not a pickup joint, a meat market? Why not get each other’s number from Admin and do us a favor, get a room, please! Name game? You should be banned for that one and Jimi H is not much better, let me tell you. I thought Yokes would drive this blog into the shitter, I was wrong. DDung and mygirl..maybe are gonna sink it in record time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdIPgtLthX8
oh, settle down, quit being such a prude. this is rhyming game for kids….and….Mr. big dick in his bathroom… really? Can’t come up with a rhyme for line? time, fine, sign, come on, work with me here…oh. my heart belongs to DB, DD is a boy toy of little consequence.
bebopaluchefa….pant it Cyndi she bop….heh…..
Hold on just a minute, Mistico, even though Buddy Holly is a hero for any guy named Harold, he doesn’t sing DD’s song.
A moment is all you need to catch upon the continuing education credits needed to be a Bozo Therapist.
It wasn’t the best call (Peter Tosh was elbowing Marley) but Jimmy was a decent stand-in for RastaNigger-God, and the best I could do, given the short notice.
Habib Koite’ was my 1st choice for RastaNigger-God, but the prudes here don’t know him and think rap is African music.
Bea Attitudes?? What is this Bea Attitudes Magoo?
Goobermint employees pretending to do work to justify their fake existence, lifestyles of the rich and famous on borrowed money everywhere you look. “For the children” “For the greater good” “Public safety” “traffic cameras” “keyboard warriors” where anyone can be anything, and “The budget will balance itself” -Turdeau. “Truth is treason in the empire of lies” and shit flows downhill. Too funny, thanks for the laugh DB.
You know it, Barney!
Do me a favor old pal. Since I appear to have become so tainted as to eliminate anyone on the blog giving me the slightest respect given any of these whore dogs here who will click on big tits for ten cents yet my $200 dollar means nothing… simpley answer me this?
Why does a scumbag we all know is a liar and a slut get a pass.
I am looking elsewhere for answers.
No One,
Can you expand please?
Sure. I have been trying to send Admin dollars in several different packaging ways. Some, being unusual because I was raised by folks who believed doing things different was something we should all do once in a while to make sure foks knew we COULD do that.
Now? It is difficult to even send a book or package through the mail if the contents seems “suspicious” to any single person in the “postal chain of command?”
Hell, I was suspicious a couple years ago simply walking down the street to see my lawyer… I ended up in handcuffs surrounded by cops. I know most of you assholes don’t remember that or how you BLOVIATED over how brave Holly was while I was on the pavement trying to prove we still had rights. We don’t and I know it.
Fuck you all… you will not get across the Mississippi unless I say you do. I’m drawing the line.
A bunny suit and flippers will do the trick. They will never see us coming. Unless they build a wall…….. ya like that’s gonna happen. Lessons learned from the Rio Grande. Or Not.
DB –
I would say that you’re a much more effective writer than you give yourself credit for.
Excellent article and a really good string of comments.
I’m kind of looking at this in a different way. There must be truth wherever there is a lie, otherwise the lie could not exist. Recognizing which is which is usually the really hard part.
TS,
If that isn’t logic, I don’t know what is.
That’s a perceptive perspective. The lie is parsed from the truth by identifying the one easiest to swallow.
Truth is thorny and the lies tell you it isn’t.
There’s a poem there. . . or a song. May I?
There is a poem there . . . or a song. May I?
Be my guest. I forget everything until I remember it.
This World
This world is a mirror that parses truth into fiction.
We fall through its space from the center of things
by knowing time, which does not exist.
Our curiosity tumbles what is always in balance,
our questions carve parts from what is always whole,
and our fears fish monsters from a sea of serenity.
Our mind creates opposites,
our emotions choose sides in a contest with no winner,
and our hearts close each chapter with laughter.
D.B.,
Nice flow of thoughts. Many of your observations I have entertained at one time or another in my short existence on this planet, so please do not take offense to my responses.
Donkey said,
I don’t think God is “unknowable ” to humans. If you ask me to show you where the evidence of God for me is? I would point out the bird flying overhead, or the massive, ancient Redwood trees in California or human consciousness that still eludes adequate scientific explanation…
I would say, look at the Sun and the moon…The Moon is about 400 times smaller than the Sun, but it also just happens to be about 400 times closer ehich makes it appear as the same size as our Sun. During a solar eclipse it perfectly covers the circumference of the Sun providing total darkness at its peak.
Yes, men and probably some women wrote the BIBLE and yes it has been translated from ancient Hebrew and other languages countless times…however, the parables and Truths expressed in it, both old and new testaments still stand the test of time and are just as wise today as they were thousands of years ago, adding credence to the saying, “There is nothing new under the Sun(son)”…
Btw,
Phrases we use like the one you used here,
Or, “Jesus Christ!”
I wonder why we use these phrases to express disbelief or anger? Curious.
I agree that the “Truth ” can be difficult to locate in this the Devil’s playground, but I suppose my faith influences my belief that we are put here to learn the Universal truths of the Universe via the gifts (physical and spiritual) bestowed to us so that we can glorify Him, not ourselves, so that we can learn to serve Him and not ourselves, so that we can learn AGAPE love of others and ourselves from His own sacrifice of His son Jesus Christ.
Oh, how we all fail at this, some of us more frequently than others (me) haha and yet, the inner turmoil and battle between what we have come to know as “right” (good) and “wrong”(evil)….is where much of ehat we learned is put to the test to determine if it is indeed Truth….this does not make it subjective. The learning of the Truth is subjective but not the Truth., it is Universal.
“The learning of the Truth is subjective but not the Truth; it is Universal.”
True that.
Unity is the goal, with our self, with each other, and with God. That is why we are here.
God created, and resides in, everything, everywhere, outside of time. That is the Universal Truth. God is timeless, occupies every continuum, every particle, every thought.
Humanity, in material form, with even our brightest minds, cannot conceive an existence in everything, everywhere inside and outside of time, much less being a co-creator with God.
A true concept of God is impossible for humans; He is unknowable. To approach an understanding of God, we must first know His spark within us, our own individual Soul.
Human concepts of God are extremely limited. Those claiming a personal relationship with God when they have none with their own Soul must be questioned. Knowing one’s Soul is confirmation of the Universal Truth. God is within.
Plato,
You are one of the heavy hitters around here. I appreciate your excellent comment.
My limited understanding of celestial mechanics informs me that Love IS Truth.
God loved everything into existence.
i used to get all profound. i’d question the nature of god, what/who/why…i’d ponder the universe and get all twisted up and confused,come to startling revelations then forget what they were, i’d pontificate and make a pest of myself in unwinnable arguments and then one day this old fellow looked at me and said…’honey, there is a god, you ain’t it so settle down and get on with living life rather than fretting about stuff you won’t know the answer to til after you’re dead.’
Good advice Mygirl.
Horseshit.
That’s an excuse for NOT making the most terrifying journey that beckons everyone.
Inside us, which, for everyone who hasn’t found peace, is a twisted and confused place that argues with itself and is ripe with startling revelations we quickly forget. What is truly profound is the seductive power of our illusions that tell us the search for Truth is out there somewhere.
It is within each of us.
and blah blah blah…
i have journeyed to hell and back, i know myself and I know what is true for me. don’t maunder platitudes….you don’t know my truth.
I know what it is to enter hell and leave; both on the same path of will.
I bow to all who have rescued a part of themselves from their own dungeon.
Bow, knave. Get down and grovel before greatness, cover your eyes, hide your face in the presence of great….modesty
…and you let me lift your fig leaf?
for a fee
I’m in!!! What sort of indentured servitude must I submit to this time, Master Mistress?
If I were to ‘personalize’ God?
First of all, God isn’t mean, ever, and He has a sense of humor. Twain taught us to laugh with Him about his habitual genocide documented in the Fake News Chronicles.
God is endlessly bemused by His gift to humanity; Free Will. Especially the cartoon depictions of Him as Smiter- in-Chief.
God knew what the gift entailed before giving it, knew all its outcomes before we chose them, guides all of our searches to find truth in our choices, and laughs along with us if we get the joke.
bob dylan…guitar magic jimi…my misspent youth smiles
Who are the Joker and the Thief?
“There must be some way out of here,”
Said the Joker to the Thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plough men dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”.
“No reason to get excited,” the Thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us now,
Who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”
“I would say, look at the Sun and the moon…The Moon is about 400 times smaller than the Sun, but it also just happens to be about 400 times closer ehich makes it appear as the same size as our Sun. During a solar eclipse it perfectly covers the circumference of the Sun providing total darkness at its peak.”
I always found that to be the best physical evidence, as well. I hope you’ll pardon that I believe in evolution — but the most amazing part of the equal apparent sizes of the sun & moon is that it wasn’t always so, and in the future will again not be so. Various people have explained Earth’s history as a timeline of one day, in which humans appear at 11:59 p.m.. For much of the Earth’s history, the moon and sun were not equal in size, and there were only “dumb” critters on Earth for to notice it. That this “cosmic coincidence” should occur at the same time that there are “intelligent” (in sneer-quotes for many reasons) humans to look up and behold it is, to me, … well …. more than mere “coincidence”.
The church is the LAST place you’ll find unbiased and honest truth. Sure, they claim to preach truth but ….. it’s THEIR truth.
— For example, David Platt (your pastor) teaches that the gifts of the Spirit (such as speaking in tongues) is still in continuation. . Of course, there are many churches who believe speaking in tongues is no longer valid. My point stands: your church teaches their truth, another church teaches their truth, ad infinitum.
— What do most people do in such a situation? They decide on A truth — per the above example, that speaking in tongues is still valid. But, it is simple “a” truth among many other truths — none of which necessarily is THE truth.
My firm belief is this; you/I will never find truth in a church. More than anything else, churches prefer followers — they even call you “sheep” — rather than truth seekers.
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As an aside …. you attend a church with an average weekly attendance of 16,000 people! Does that actually feel like a church, or a football game?
Don’t misunderstand my above comments! I enjoyed your article immensely!!
I feel the same pain you do. GODDAMN FUCKEN LIARS ARE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE!!! I can hardly take it anymore. I can’t wait for my small cabin in the woods whereby my interaction with people and society is severely limited.
I’m becoming more like Charlie Brown with each passing day. He supposedly said; — “I love people. It’s humanity I can’t stand.”
Yeah, that’s me! And that’s the unvarnished literal truth.
Stucky,
My dream is 40 acres and 5 dogs in the middle of nowhere. I feel ya.
I’m living the dream! 3 acres, 4 horses, 3 pigs, 4 dogs, 4 cats, 1 rabbit, 2 birds and 2 fish.
No sheep.
Blind man,
Sounds like paradise except I want 37 more acres.
We purchased the original plot here in 2009. It was 35 acres, The 4.5 acres lot with the tree house on it brought it to almost exactly 40 acres. I bet I can find the original plat in the courthouse records. I just might do that now that I’m a country squire. Or is it squiress?
Anyway, we own a much coveted piece of ground I managed to get a decent price on from the real estate broker for the entire region because I can get Jack Daniels Black Label for around thirty bucks for a 1.75 liter and if I buy a case, they are ten percent off. Oh, and no tax.
Oh, and when the Yoders were living in the treehouse building the log home? I stayed in her guest room. We joked that I’d put it into the sales agreement, but the truth is that I’m just a lucky sort of person who gets a lot of blessings I probably do not deserve.
I live in paradise and you are welcome to visit and get a can of beans.
Maggie,
That invite was to little ole me? That is very nice of you. I think the Ozarks (I believe that’s where you are) would make a terrific place to run and hide from society.
You deserve your blessings, cherish them.
I’m surrounded by thousands of acres of other people’s undeveloped land.
i thought i had found that spot, then the developers got wind…pave paradise
The elusive g-spot, damned developers.
Did you ever watch Dexter’s Laboratory? My son loved it. It was/is a clever cartoon in my opinion.
Anyway, my husband and I have a little joke about Dexter’s sister Dee Dee squealing “What does this button do?”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWkJy0c-zuc
And now, you alone know why I didn’t mind being DD for a while. Oh, and I thought I’d show you the JDAWG, who lies beside my garden. One day, I will be cremated and rest with him. If I need a body, he told me I could use his.
that was priceless…new meme: and what does this button do?
I know what you button does. It lets you be me.
While turtling.
like in the 60’s…tune in, turn on, drop out. or…stop the world, i want to get off
Jesus refers to His true believers/followers as sheep and as Himself the Good Shepard.
It’s not a diss just the truth.
Even the best of us are not so bright and I’m far less bright than that.
A man has to know his limitations to really appreciate God’s unlimitedness.
Especially when he asks for your son to join a sheep on the alter.
Rarely do people do speak in tongues (unknown languages) when experiencing the Holy Spirit. 99% are faking it. I did. Twice.
Once at a Pentecostal church in Mississippi, 1965. Only time and last time I attended a Church service that wasn’t a funeral. It left me with a preference for funeral services. Some people need no encouragement to speak in tongues. It garners a lot of attention. The instant the preacher calls on the Holy Spirit to invade everybody, some launch themselves into the aisles, start rolling around and spout gibberish. Others wait for the pastor to place his palms on their heads and give the Holy Ghost and assist. They immediately join the melee.
I was the last person left in the pews when the Pastor began making his way toward me, arms outstretched like Frankenstein’s Monster. I jumped into the aisle mumbling like I had marbles in my mouth and all the fat women started rolling toward me, and then ON me.
The 2nd time, 1970, I was living in a friend’s back yard in a tent, homeless. Prospects were bleak. A Jesus Freak stopped by and asked if I’d like to go to a friend’s house to sing hymns. I love singing hymns and off I went. His fiend was a Baptist pastor who live on Lake Lucina and played the piano. He asked if anybody hadn’t been baptized and off I went to git dunked. I heard people around me murmuring the question of whether I would speak in tongues when I emerged from the lake.
Sure I did. I’d had practice.
words fail me
…then speak in tongues.
It’s easy.
We all do it shortly before we die, during our last diaper change.
No. My mom asked for a cup of coffee.
you spike it?
Hahaha! I told this story before so, I’ll give a condensed version.
It was 1972, and my roommate in the USAF actually was a Jesus Freak. One day we’re in our barracks room doing a Bible study when he suddenly receives a “word” from Da Lawd … who, apparently, wants me to speak in tongues. Roomie then instructs me on the way-it-is-done ….. just let the syllables roll off my tongue and don’t worry what it sounds like since God knows what I’m saying. I was reluctant … the idea sounded fucken retarded. He pressed on. What was I to do? I know!! I’ll just speak in GERMAN!! So, I did … and the Jesus Freak was just ecstatic that I was filled with the Spirit …… which is weird because I think one of the things I might have said was ‘man, my roommate is a real asshole’.
Fakers!
Imagine a 19 year old in 2019 trying to avoid lies compared to a 19 year old in 1950. I do believe lies are much more plentiful now vs. then.
We have the internet and lots more people…here’s some Mark Twain quotes on lies:
In all lies there is wheat among the chaff…
– A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court
Lie — an abomination before the Lord and an ever present help in time of trouble.
– Speech, 30 March 1901
The lie, as a virtue, a principle, is eternal; the lie, as a recreation, a solace, a refuge in time of need, the fourth Grace, the tenth Muse, man’s best and surest friend is immortal.
– “On the Decay of the Art of Lying”
One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.
– Pudd’nhead Wilson
I would rather tell seven lies than make one explanation.
– Letter to John Bellows, 11 April 1883
https://www.google.com/search?q=mark+twain+on+lies&rlz=1C1WPZB_enUS695US695&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=36PYcaxoX2_11M%253A%252CuaI7fMeqOll-LM%252C_&vet=1&usg=AI4_-kQ4B_RUmmcLOxiW7SJ_w9Tg0oXT4g&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiNqqS925niAhUpi1QKHa4jCS8Q9QEwEnoECAkQCA#imgrc=gtKRBvp6_2wXwM:&vet=1
It’s beginning to feel like you’re courting me.
Are my feelings true?
in your dreams…two timer
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” (he said, sneaking glances at his hands)
are YOUR feelings true? How the hell would i know? i thought you were stalking/courting me…sniff
Mygirl… maybe your feelings ARE a truely, confused, argument with yourself, never winning but not worried about being a loser while all your friends here are all choked up…
…c’c’cause what you posted made us tearful. Truly.
https://youtu.be/dDJsROFDQdw
There may still be time to evacuate North Carolina.
What did I just watch?
Oh, hell, this crazy person is moving to the state next to me. I hope she decides to return to L.A. REALLY soon. Do people actually follow this insanity?
What did I tell you? You’re going to hit 300 on your first post.
300. I win.
Perfect score if you’re bowling
Truth be told, Pilate, I do not understand this thread. If it went another 200 comments, I would still find more depth and wisdom in the Mayberry article than here.
note to mygirl: a bit of tease is fine, cock-teasing a couple of old farts that haven’t had an erection since the 70’s is a bit immature.
Maggie, we had fun, I will never forget you. Oh look, boobs.
Yokes, I have been abusing your reputation claiming the Friday Porn cameltoe girls have more of a package than you. To make amends, I decided to give you a fencepost size schlong with bulletproof scales and a concealed carry permit (for the schlong).
I hope your Nazi dreams come true for the right reasons. The tide of history is unstoppable like a tsunami. Thus we enter the age of unreason and release the nightmares that purge our sins like a mentos in a coke bottle or a Valentine’s asshole-shaped chocolate made of ex-lax.
Wait, DD is an old fart sans erection? Oh, chastising me while talking boobs and cameltoe is ok? this is very misogynistic of you, do you not chastise the male malefactors as well? Tsk. I get your drift though and truth be told the repartee was getting stale.
I hint that a confluence of circumstances makes a repeat of history inevitable and all you notice is that you got ‘chastised’. smh.
you must remember my circumstances and newbie status…There’s a lot of history that I have no knowledge of. as to teasing old farts, think the old farts need and enjoy the teasing…I do
Of course I remember, noob! This is a ‘bonding’ thread that happens after the noobie is raked over the coals and found to have sufficient thick skin to keep playing. The point may be lost on the noobie but the goal, stated or not, is to find out if the noob with thick skin also has the brainpower to compete. Dullards and other losers usually flunk out at this stage of the vetting process. Noobs usually flunk out for typical reasons: Nazi indoctrinated, no new ideas; immature, butthurt about something that happened in high school; thought it was Hillary’s turn; latent gay or lesbian; butthurt that the South lost; muh descendants (like they were really going to get laid someday); etc.
Ah Mystico, for you….mmmmmm
Thank you Sir!.. uh, Mam!
And now that you are both here…
cover my world with… another please
dedicated to who?
All of yous
El,
That is a classic El comment.
I’ve been reminiscing about TAE Summary (of Old), wishing for the possibility of something similar here, and at the same time pondering whether such a delight would be enough to take my eyes away from whatever in the world this back-and-forth is… I honestly don’t know. But
I believe, wholeheartedly, that there is an abundance of depth and wisdom in this thread
Transcript:
Officer Unfriendly: May I see your license and registration please?
Donkey Balls: ” Here they are officer. May I asked why you are stopping me?”
Officer Unfriendly (flashlight roaming DB’s windowless panel van and finally resting its beam in his lap): “Are you armed?”
Donkey Balls: ” Am I being detained? Am I free to go, officer?”
Officer Unfriendly (still high-beaming DB’s package): “No. There have been complaints. I must investigate. Those aren’t grenades in your lap, are they?”
Donkey Balls: “I’m not going to talk about my personal life.”
Officer Unfriendly: “It’s a bit late to be coy. I have a complaint that Mygirl… maybe has felony-grade bruises on her chin from your ‘personal’ grenades.”
Donkey Balls: “Mygirl… maybe complained? But, but, she ‘s tough, she never complains!
Officer Unfriendly: “No …maybe about it. It was some really jealous guy, named dungarees or something. He was naked, squinting and scratching as he claimed you were two-timing him with Mygirl’s chin… while he held up your end of a blog. he said that, in truth, Mygirlschin… maybe was really his chin, because his chin was developing sympathy bruises. Then he would pat it his chin twice, quickly, with each hand, saying ‘bong-bong’, and giggle, saying you were a repeat offender. So if those are empty grenades that make a ‘bong-bong’ sound when I pat you down, I have to give you an upthumb.”
Donkey Balls, pay him no mind, he’s lost what little mind he had, the voices living in his head have finally overwhelmed him and will carry him to what ever lair they have hidden away and when there they will consume what’s left of him. It will be a pitiful meal of little substance but they are used to paucity having lived in a small, dank and cluttered space for ages.
Apologies for thread jacking, Mystico, aka: Daddy, has spoken and he’s right. It was a well written and heartfelt article and I hope to see more of them. Cheers.
Mygirl,
Dung is out of control fo sho. I hope you had fun playing cat and mouse.
I can see how a man might loose his mind going toe to toe with such a fine female specimen. I’ll leave it at that.
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There was an author by the name of Don Marquis, he wrote the Archy and Mehitabel tales. Archy was a cockroach who lived in a newsroom and was forced to communicate by diving head first onto typewriter keys to write his missives. Mehitabel was an alley cat of loose morals who believed she was Cleopatra incarnate. I channel them both:)
Truth ain’t what it used to be.
Used to be The Church told you the truth.
Then with the Reformation and the introduction of science, science told you the truth.
But in human experience ALL truth passes away.
Which is where we find ourselves today. Which is why EVERYTHING is subject to non-truth. One can no longer depend on the truth being ‘out there’ – truth is whatever WE want it to be.
How long is this period of chaos going to last. Well, my favorite book wrote,… we are “quivering” on the very brink of a grand new age. Quotation marks mine… because it’s the quivering part that causes me concern. Seems they know some of us are going to be shaken off. And their time frame is forever so it could be hundreds of years of this quivering process.
However, the inner life offers sanctuary from the outer chaos. The inner life is where truth can still be found. We can, each of us, discover God the Father, where ultimate truth resides. Ain’t no quivering going on there.
mark branham,
If memory serves me, you user to stop by quite frequently. Don’t be a stranger.
“Used to be The Church told you the truth.”
By the time Constantine made it the state religion it was all over but the cryin.
and that’s the truth fo’ sure
I posted a picture of a nephew riding a turkey on this blog a few weeks ago… a trick with photography my father played around with in the 1970s before they invented photoshop.
Anyway… I have not seen that nephew due to long distanced moves since my father’s funeral in 2014. Other reasons, too, of course, but he’s a 42 year old man and doesn’t need his auntie.
Yesterday, I visited the Veterans Hospital in Poplar Bluff, Missouri a long way from anywhere and too close to Deliverance Country Arkansas for comfort, but when you need to see a pack of folks with Sacred Honor, that is where you go.
On the way home, we stopped by a grocery store to get something and I didn’t get it because I walked inside and came face to face with that nephew from the turkey picture.
It was as if God delivered a very late Mother’s Day gift. That was the child my older sister had in high school. Because Dad didn’t believe in shotgun weddings.
He called me MamaMarfa until he was about five. His eyes opened wide and a stunned expression came over his face. (I’ve lost a lot of weight since he last saw me… Voluptuous MamaMarfa looks a bit like Granny Clampett perhaps). To anyone listening, he might have seemed to stutter, but to me, it was the sound of that first baby calling me mama.
“Muh muh Marfa?”
Yes, sweetheart. It’s Mama Marfa. Imagine that. The day after Mother’s Day more than 75 miles from my home and more than a hundred from yours.
Coincidence is truly profound.
That wasn’t coincidence, that was destiny. awhile back you posted a photo where your head was peering upside down over the top right picture frame, reminded me of the ‘Kilroy was Here’ scrawls and made me laugh out loud.
I almost think you could be right. My father tagged almost all of his photos, even the ones he took and developed himself. Of course, that was before he volunteered for duty after Pearl Harbor. When he got back from 3 and a half years in POW camp, he bought a nice camera and a Willys Jeep with his backpay.
I did track down an old girlfriend of his and got a picture of him in that Jeep. My mother was so mad when I found this old photo… it was hilarious. Married to the guy 65-plus years and still jealous of Ginny whatshername. But, Ginny did take this picture and I thanked her profusely for the image.
I have the camera but wish I had the Jeep.
It really was the “first” Ford he liked. Some will get that.
Ford GPW, the World War II U.S. four-wheel drive military utility vehicle, manufactured by Ford, using the “Willys” licensed design, from 1941 to 1945
What is truth? One word….constancy. Who here is a carpenter? If a line isn’t straight, it’s “not true”, and your creation is fucked. Apply that to everything in life.
Truth and the present lives
on a razor thin knife edge.
Between the dreams of the past and
The Hopes and fears
of the future.
A great song!
The drum solo…
amazing!
You are so right! My cousin (guitar and vocals) and I (piano and silly costumes) need a good drummer.
I’m trying to put a vimeo up… I may have to email you the link. Or the video.
Anyway… here’s the setup… I mailed Mickey and Minnie Mouse jammies to my best bud in Maryland and her daughter and on Mother’s Day morning, I played them a recital.
It’s 12 minutes of the Blue Danube Waltz by that German guy Straus. Yoe Hawn, I think.
I wish Flat Stucky could have been here to see but he had to straddle that Harley and head West. I did play “We’ve Got Tonight” for him before he left. I wasn’t wearing these jammies though.
I think the little coonskin stole my thong.
And, if you think those spike heels are there by accident? Or, if I can play anything in that Don McClean music book containing American Pie laying between my feet?
What do you think?
Dayum, you are one tall, long-legged oddly clad person. If you held out your arm I bet I could stand up straight underneath it.
Granny Fannie said I had legs all the way up to Christmas. I have an extra set of jammies in storage. JCPenny had them on the 90% off rack. I paid less than $3 a pair! hahaha… My friend in Maryland is a high ranking executive in a high level position somewhere on or near the Potomac. I LOVE the memory we made for her 17-year-old daughter on Mother’s Day. Or, perhaps, we humiliated her.
Either way, it was fun for me and that’s really all that matters around here.
I luv it Maggie! And you are rockin’ it in those Jammies!
Also will add that if there are issues with video upload I can help…
I may take you up on it. The data upload situation here after mid-month is ridiculous. I’m considering getting dial-up again. Remember when you got America Online offers and discs in the mail a couple times a week?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPeBVuUGMwc
“Donkey Balls, pay him no mind, he’s lost what little mind he had, the voices living in his head have finally overwhelmed him…”
“Dung is out of control fo sho…”
I am grateful for both of you gentlemen… maybe, all Burners, and Admin., for allowing me to rave incoherently in a welcoming safe space that doesn’t ball gag me in a straight jacket.
The voices in my head only yammer excitedly when I read what is shared here. They hear when multitudes ask important questions and pass the answers among themselves, watch as the rock stars are carried aloft by caring hands, and laugh as the doofuses get dropped.
The voices within me were awakened by my search for truth. They all had different answers, but eventually, they, and I, listed to the One Voice, Who became the only Voice I follow.
Donkey Balls invited all my voices to a reunion, asking them all to speak their truth, if it existed.
All of my voices appreciate everyone’s voice, and they never stopped applauding, whistling, stomping their feet and yelling for more. Raving.
I’m looking forward to Donkey Ball’s encore.
Don’t worry Dung, we’re all a little crazy. Fo sho.
Whew, welcome back pardnuh, thought we’d lost you there for awhile….and, yup, I am female but if you want me to be male, so be it…
Thank you. You did.
I had to have my dislocated shoulder reset after arm wrestling you. DB was right, you’re a tough bitch, I mean, friendly, fierce opponent. I rode with Girl Leaving L.A. for a bit, happily crying about having my mexed missages playing backwards Beatle songs that nobody wanted to hear. Kind of like truth.
The search for Truth has a common denominator for everyone. We MUST invite dialogue from the multitudes we all contain, encourage our contradictions dance with one another, insist our cognitive dissonances find common ground. Only then are we capable of thinking for, and becoming the voice for all of our ‘selves’. Only then will Truth begin to dawn.
Truth is God’s flashlight. It illuminates everything. Only those blinded by the illusions that separate us from our brothers and sisters cannot see that we abide together in peace or we destroy each other for illusions.
Jack could’ve ended this sermon early, because he nailed the shutdown argument right out of the gate (and got stampeded by upthumbs):
“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.”
I don’t think Woody Allen will sue for copyright infringement, but Jack invited it:
“All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we chose to distort it.”
We distort it because we are reluctant to listen to the counter-arguments voiced within us; we shun those who make us uncomfortable.
Let’em in.
You know how you savor fine wine and food, right? Well, I am learning how to savor the different people commenting here. I could be wrong but I think you, Mr. D, are very similar to me in many ways, quick witted, quick tempered, quick to anger and quick to get over it and possessed of a rollicking good sense of humor.
And yes….I am courting you…as a friend and playmate and sparring partner….now what sign are you? Are romantic sandy beeches and moonlit slithers down crowded freeways, dodging cars, holding hands while baying at the moon, slavering, eyes glowing red with madness, while listening to….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIPvljWfH00
I’m blushing, trying not to pant.
“…romantic sandy beeches and moonlit slithers down crowded freeways, dodging cars, holding hands while baying at the moon, slavering, eyes glowing red with madness, while listening to….
That must be plagiarized in my eHarmony profile.
… but whats you gots, I gosta try’n git it!
All I want is you!
Virgo Sun; Libra rising; Cancer moon; (Chinese) Water Dragon
My eHosery bait:
THE ONE THING I AM MOST PASSIONATE ABOUT…
Internal exploration/External adventure.
Finding choices that make me a smarter kind of stupid and a better surfer, writer, builder, Christian (forgiving my way to God), Buddhist (my 6,239th reincarnation), Daoist (middle path guy, most of the time), Shaman (subconscious trance traveler) guided by my inner voice(s) and signs from Nature. I see major religions as Patriarchal/Apollonian, hierarchal, Nature-controlling, owning the stars. Pagans are Matriarchal/Venusian, inclusive, Nature-serving/sharing, and guided by the dark mystery of a subconscious that connect us all. Paglia explained that dichotomy much better in Free Women, Free Men.
WHERE DID YOU GO TO SCHOOL?
Daycare Dropout
Diploma Mill PhD-
Dean: SOHKs
Professional Engineer (PE)
Appellate Attorney
THE FIRST THING PEOPLE NOTICE ABOUT ME…
I have a loud laugh and walk like a duck
THE LAST BOOK I READ AND ENJOYED…
I never read just one book at a time (researching for a novel), but the last “leisure” read I enjoyed was Garth Stern: A Sudden Light (it aptly portrayed how we know more than we have experienced). Three books I am currently reading for research, and also enjoy, are: 1 Worlds in Collision, by Immanuel Velikovsky (The formation of our Solar System, Venus was a comet before being captured by our sun); 2 The Lost Book of Enki, by Zecharia Sitchin (our ancestral DNA came from the Anunaki, who live on Nibiru = Wormwood = Planet X, with a 3,600 years orbit); 3 The Urantia Book, by who knows who…? (gargling cosmic spirituality from a firehose).
whoa, i didn’t expect the full magazine. i must resort to one finger typing, shoulder sore. so, virgo, me libra, venus in virgo, triune libra…no water. artist. redhead. mfa degree, college prof til i ran away. only spiritual when suffering, figure i’m here for a reason,right? currently reading 13 hrs benghazi, i am down to earth, love romantic sunse…erk.
dont have much romance, too analytical, love all things beautiful, have redhead temper, good cook, garden, metal rabbit, give two shits about urantia, more intrigued neanderthals and 13th century. was evicted from nursery school for singing ‘she wore red red feathers and a hula hula skirt’ while dancing the hula in the coatroom. baptist kindergarden, i was a bad influence and a reprobate at 5. texan halfbreed, other side german,
we are so gonna get reamed for doing this you know. ridiculed and chastised and probably banned.
Marry me or somebody is going to shoot bofus.
Brilliant! We shall say we’re engaged and that will keep the tongues from wagging. it should quell the curiosity about our comments. just 2 crazy love birds slapping the crap out of each other,
If you guys get married you have to invite us all to the wedding, especially after watching this budding romance.
we shall once a date has been set for the happy occasion, probably be some where in a Galaxy far, far, away..If not then yeah, everyone’s invited, especially the groom.
Groom, do you accept your invitation? Say “I do.”
I did!
My anger usually only arises in traffic (mass stupidity) or when someone is talking on the phone or texting in the middle of the sidewalk, in an aisle, on a path, on stairs, in front of a door, obliviously, needlessly impeding others (fucktards). I get over it quickly if they move out of my way and give them verbal whiplash if they don’t. It’s why my Benchmade is always clipped to my pocket… in case somebody I humiliate wants to escalate.
Otherwise, I’m friendly and engaging with strangers everywhere I go.
Why did they use a Beatles cartoon for “Let Em In,” which was a Paul McCartney and Wings song from I think either 1976 or ’77.
I raised my daughters to think for themselves. I also allowed them to say almost anything they wanted and I NEVER talked over them. Yes, it got out of hand more than a few times but my intention was to teach them they had a mind and should use it. Time will tell how they end up.
Maybe when a large enough % of the population realize just about everything they see and hear is a lie things can change. A man can dream, right?
One of the reasons I was drawn to comment here was because I recognized the raw intelligence on display. In this age of pandering to the lowest common denominator it was refreshing. Part of my banter with Mr. dung was recognizing in him a kindred spirit. A brother by a different mother. You, Mr. Donkey, are a courtly and charming gentleman of the old school and I truly appreciate that..
“never talked over them”
Bravo. Same here with my two daughters. From day 1, I talked with them as though they were the most informed adults on the planet; I never ‘baby-talked’.
Neither were ever academically oriented, but both were very proud of the highest grade on their vocabulary tests.
In politics, the lie is “Public Service”.
In the military the lie is…they’re fighting for out freedoms.
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