My parents are trying to have me sent away instead of being with the man I love. I am 36 years old. I just want what everyone else wants to be married and have a family of my own. My Mother and Father and mentally ill and should be locked up in a mental health facilty until they can learn how to treat their (grown-up) children. thanks.
Testosterone hoses. How wise you avoid such thread. Navigating cock forest terrain is a tedious exercise.
Recline instead amongst the artisan mould.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin.
"So young it knows no maturing. So fresh it's yet to be born." RL
...not on the UPS My Choice radar..."and the waaaaiiiiting is the hardest part..."/K
Interesting thoughts, what is your take on the next election?
Shame such an eclectic collection of healthy paranoia, amour pour le fromage, cryptic wisdom, and intermittent flow of Randall's illuminative consciousness should suffer this lengthy lapse!
As the usual suspects hose down the new release thread with testosterone, the dead.net backwater offers welcome reprieve. Though all in for 30 Trips, and show #31 via DaP 16, I confess to not having listened to a note-o'-Dead since early August.
But, "new" discoveries have been plentiful: As mentioned on The Eleven, I've become aware of this obscure group called The Beatles. Huh. Who knew? After acquiring the '09 stereo box - and listening thrice longitudinally with numerous additional visits to Abbey Rd., Revolver & MMT - I am increasingly struck by not only the prodigious work product over such a (relatively) short period, but the quantum evolution of musicianship, lyricism, and production; I begin to appreciate the profound attachment those who matured alongside the band during their formative (impressionable) years now feel.
Enough for now, yet I've not even touched on billionaires, the undead, Citizens United or their potential collective impact on the 2016 election cycle!
"Fresh. So Fresh." (just for you RL!)/peace, K
Enjoying that dragging the cursor over the site's section headers makes the number of days wiggle.
So how exactly does one go about engineering a complete shift in political mindset resulting in a swath of otherwise sensible people across an entire nation voting and acting directly counter to their own self-interests and better judgment?
Well, let's see...You begin by introducing a new virus into the genome and let it do its nasty work. Something like Ebola: everyone now has it, but it's only toxic to some whose systems, like a computer, can't handle the upgrade, in which case it's deadly as the body's systems all crash. They then, most insidiously, become the basis for the fear campaign, leaving everyone susceptible literally seeing nothing but red. It's social engineering on the genetic level, coupled with psychological manipulation via things like radio, television and internet sites like Facebook to broadcast incessant repetition combined with color saturation, resulting in the complete suspension of reason which they purposely short-circuit and replace with irrational fear. Zuckerwhateverthefuck has been running the tests via Facebook for the Pentagon for a couple of years and you now see the results: The map turned from blue to red in a viral fashion...exactly as planned...just like a military operation. This election, as such, represents not the free will of the people, but rather the planting, extraction and exploitation of programmed responses on both national and state levels, employing American military electronic, biological and psychological warfare tactics and assets against the American people. The election was never in doubt for the PsyOps guys with the Joint Chiefs of Staff in the National Military Command Center - Election Ops Central - as the tables are now set with all the maniacal warhawk players required for the ground war they so desperately desire in the Middle East.
And that's how it's done: Zombie Apocalypse Election 101 – and yes, there will be a test.
Perhaps one of those Koch suckers will tell me if I left anything out, considering they financed the entire operation and publicly spread all their green around for no other reason than to leave even diehard liberals seeing red too. And after the election, all the colors, even on FOX, return to blue and the tension levels diminish as the lower frequencies of the final blue wave soothes the beast that has just been unknowingly savaged; the major networks are now running all blue scenes and news; FOX has ceased its incessant red and yellow NEWS PANIC ALERT, keeping their brain-and-soul-dead viewers in a constant red state of panic and paranoia, and has switched from red to blue body suits for the hookers and pimps it calls commentators; victims issues are being resolved rather than created, and even Mother Jones is running all blue. Finally, and every-day-miraculously I might add, the last Ebola victim has been cleared and you're not going to die in your beds (per Sen. Lindsey Graham) from ISIS because our children are going to die fighting the enemy they've created for themselves of ISIS in the Middle East. Hell, like Bush, they might even get to try their hands completing construction on the new Babylon we've been promised will usher in either a new era of peace for all mankind or a slew of non-competitive contracts for Halliburton. Hell of a choice.
So there you have it folks. Welcome to Bullshit Amerika.
(Never Trust a Clown on a Bike)
...reminds me how little I contribute to humanity.
Went running in a nearby national park this a.m. and the scene from afar was breathtaking: below 500', fall foliage in driving snow; above that clearly demarcated elevation, everything covered in a solid white applique of snow and ice, with the ridge invisible under mist and likely heavier snowfall.
Anyway, pup and I ran an eerily quiet forest floor along the base and small foothills for almost a couple hours, though I only know this because I pulled the earplugs once while the terrier stood at stiff attention facing ???, otherwise, I was transported 3rd row, center with a raucous crowd at the Fillmore East on 2/27-28/70 listening to Alvin and the boys of 10 Years After...WOOT!/K