Hey, Kidz--
It's time for
"Cap'n Conservative"
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the
captain of my soul.
-- "Invictus", William Ernest Henley
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Our Republic. . . . .
"The Will of the People":
not
THE WHIM.
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Conservatism gets "a bad rap". . . . . mostly because of the kind of egotistic motivations that go behind "clinging to a hard-core creed", without the mass of pretenders looking in the mirror and seeing what kind of inglorious, compromised individuals they are. A real, honest philosophy of that stripe does not delight in others' suffering, because they realize, there but for fortune-- the guns can be trained on them-- a harsh and fearful symmetry. Rather, a true conservative would seek to lead others up to "right-thinking" and "right action" through quiet mindfulness that does not need to loudly bring attention to itself, because the silence speaks for all.
The universe dances with harmonious spheres-- with cycles of birth and death and replenishment-- and when a facet is in error, something cries out. When, in this vale of tears, there are realists and pretenders, when conflict and self-correction is "smothered down" in the name of harmony. Unhealthy relationships that overly defy nature's laws with the wayward decadence of "civilization gone soft" can form and the human waves, grid-locked in traffic, are overly worse for it.
("Shake a Stick" at a missing birth certicicate with THIS RANT
)
Life, like freedom, springs everywhere. . . . . like lichens in a cave;
because wherever there is a niche, the unstoppable life impulse will assert
itself. A humorous sketch of this phenomenon is a jukebox owner making the
rounds of the city, like the "giddyaup" man at the front end of a shit wagon.
And you can bet that there's even life in that shit wagon's contents.
Not all of
life is pretty, but one must have the hardiness to break into the ecosystem or
else they will either be eaten or enslaved in the course of things. A trick
played on the mind of humanity is living in such a cloud of abstraction, rooted
in the fear of consequences, that they are afraid to exert their true
Creator-given freedom and break away from a bad situation, the mental chains
molding their brain pulp into thinking "they can't be anything else" and "break
free". Ruts are easy to fall into so long as one is marginally-comfortable
enough to keep sliding into a deeper and deeper descent.
In the name of "The Life Force", I free thee!
"Keep Your Contract/Pledge to Everyone"
"Hold up your end also"
Ms. Noni. . . . .
k
The secret I've found to getting good
"at whatever it is I DO" is having the ability
to recognize a wide array of common patterns by looking objectively "over the
puzzle", "battlefield", "social condundrum" or whatever-- and having the keen
eye
TO FILTER OUT the difference between what is "more
important", and say-- "less important".
You and I have that good ole' "geek
gene". . . . . which would mean that "our species" might have the tendency "to
latch on to things" out of a sense, say-- "a security blanket" when these
fetishized objects or nebbishly-held ideas "may be of various quality",
USUALLY
FOR THE WORSE.
This "may not become evident"
until we're grinding ourselves out with ineffectual habits and lifestyles "and
sit on the bench", wearied. Been there, done that.
Garsh, you're beautiful. . . . . .
5
-- "The Hoarder"
Miss Winona--
To touch our palms
together, through the soulful connection mind/meld via sheer-purple-sheen like a
river, a "vein of stars" down the June yonder "Two-Moon/Junction" like the sound
of crickets and beating reeds.
[-- That was an idea
that was "floating around in my head" last night]
The point of jammin'
down that "lil' ditty" is to get across "THE VALUE" (-- kickin' n' screamin' out
of pen & paper "analog gulch") of mastering the keyboard, or "the literary piano"
where editing is 10,000-X easier. Trent Renzor of Nine Inch Nails played "these
digital cards" to full effect and came up with some decent material "in his
time" using this principle of the editing booth, or
"home workshop".
Yes, I know-- my
brother & I parse and have these discussions "about digitial, but not TOO
DIGITAL" like a warm, fuzzy accoustic/electric sound coming out of a speaker
"or
the death of the record industry" or perhaps the fusty, impassioned, looped
letters written by Jane Austen-types "in longhand". . . . . but it's a merging of
"the old" with "the new" as it has always been
THROUGHOUT TIME.
Once you find "that
hard kernel of motivation", you can do a lot-- that piece "of hardness" only
growing denser, sharper, "and more so". . . . . FORGET the endless
waltzing
hypnosis of pain that prays on the naive fantasies
of the young, desperate, and
uncertain. Let the adults bellow on "with a thumping club", but that's why
"junior-high/jail" DOESN"T WORK and never will. . . . .
-- "Lawless-Boy"
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"Bark to Restore FEAR"
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"Dear Winona" & Other Stories from St. Louis!
(Major Credit for this Undertaking Given to
"Captain Jesse", my Brother-at-Arms)
An "Advance Birthday Card" for 2p
here(Of course someone around here makes me "a bit more liberal"!)
d
A Message Letting Neoconservatives "Off the Hook"
Why
$crooge
was A
LIBERAL
here
"How Nixon STOLE X-Mas!!"
Read "The Humbug Express"
"Coulda used soma of dat' Life Insurance,
American Gold Equity, eh Petey?
GLENN BECK GOTS yo' BACK!!
Black conservatives have cool things to say, but remember-- don't make a reverse 360° soaring, goofy white-boy missed-slam-dunk ATTEMPT "in $90 basketball shoes" TO GET THE WRONG IDEA and fall at the feet of these guys in a sense of worshipful confession, which even so-- "is exactly what they're trying to overcome in the first place". . . . . being idolized "as this magical quantity". Don't look at them "as a fetishized SAVIOR" or attempt to dirge up all your vomited fears, hopes, and misled expectations "as if TO DUMP IT" on to this mannered, snappy gentleman. Instead, looking at each other "as wary equals" like the gang in "Conan the Destroyer" when you understand "that HARDNESS", "that BADNESS". . . . . G. Gordon Liddy would be proud.
Fuck you, Barry. . .
. . "why don't you pick on somebody yer own size?
In this article
here,
THE FEDS think they're gonna menace a casual
whistle-blower for showing how bumbling, incompetent, and
STOOOPID their very "FOREIGN INTELLIGENCE"
organization is-- much less your gutless coward "as
our alleged Hawaiian HEAD OF STATE" who can't even
tie his own mother-fuckin' SHOES, much less
RUN THE COUNTRY when he ain't unpeeling "Wall
Street's Banana" and SUCKING IT. . . . . not as
"the top banana", but the yellow dog on the bottom.
Bad nigger-- No Biscuit. You UNCLE TOM. I'll make
"a handy example out of you" UP HERE ON THIS WEBSITE
"each and every day" until you get the picture OF WHO'S IN
CHARGE HERE. Fuck you and all of your kind-- you mongrel sell-out's
sleepin' in da' "WHITE HOUSE".
MY HOUSE. . . . . The Wermacht Castle!!
Why our President is Doing "The Best he Can"
with "Struggle & Hope"
Read about this American Hero. . . . . and how his Art Studio is becoming a center of healing, soldiering on through the dawn's early light of Imperium's GREATNESS for love of THE MUSE, "the life force", and perhaps "a nice gal" figurin' in there FOR GOOD MEASURE.
Gotta love yo' money's worth "of society's fraudulent" EDUCATION SCHEMES and lack of critcal-thinking capacities.
d
(Next
time-- "he'll bring another 14,000 drum-kits up" but you'll settle it with
"The Repo-Man" at "TicketMaster"; hellish, abominable service fees may apply
SO PAY ¢A$H)