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"The only thing that stands between us and our bliss are the grievances we imagine we hold justly against what is/was. Nothing happens to us. It all happens for us. It's the exercise of our own magic in finding the pearl that redeems the muck that teaches us to be more and more what we truly are eternally."

So, shall we make a pearl together?

MAGAs, I do not believe you are bad, heartless people. Actually, the only thing I have against any of you is your continued support of trump, and I think I should tell you why trump so upsets me.

We all go through traumas in life, and I've had my share. I'm a survivor of long term abuse (emotional and physical/s*xual) by a p*dophile when I was just a little kid. It was my grand uncle and he got away with it using psychological tactics that terrorize a child more and more so they will not tell what's going on. I know how these abusers work and trump is doing to the whole country what my grand uncle did to me and my little sister--slowly turning up the abuse. It scares me on a primal level. I've never felt so vulnerable and incapable of defending myself and my country and those I love since I was that 5 year old.

It naturally makes me very angry. I want to defend myself and I can't because I must abide by the very law that he tramples in utter defiance and lawlessness every day. And we know the man is a rapist and that he has raped little girls and adult women. It sets me off and it's not his politics. It's the abuse. The phucker is an abuser and you people who support him must be either all rapists and abusers -- or you are clueless to what he is doing because you have been lucky enough to have never seen this behavior before--so you don't recognize it.

Either that, or you've all seen it so much that there's something wrong with your minds: You know what he's doing and you approve or just think it's normal--the way things are, natural. Or maybe you're indoctrinated politically or so full of rage/hate convoluting your perceptions that you can't help but identify with him and his constant defiant tantrums.

Whatever you think gives you just cause to continue supporting him, my fear is that your support marks you all as sociopaths who likely use his bombastic intimidation and lawlessness in your own relationships--or maybe you feel someone is doing all that to you--and supporting trump is how you get even with the world. Whatever it is, surely there must be a way to address your grievances without destroying the whole world for whatever it is that has made you so angry that you refuse to see all the suffering he is causing and simply say "Enough".

I may look at comments but I'm unlikely to participate much. This venue is toxic. With this blog, I hope to make it a little less so. Y'all think and feel before you reply, if so inclined. I am ready for a meeting of the minds/hearts. I've shown you mine. Is there anything loving/constructive in any of you? Show us your jamb.

I am writing this to the sound of the karaoke version of Bat Out Of Hell blasting through the estate that I live on. Just across the road is a man with a microphone, standing right outside his front door. He is even doing the chat between songs. There are two or three people standing around looking at him. I daresay he thinks he is performing a public service; entertaining folks in these trying times. I suppose he has a half decent voice, but even if he had a completely decent voice I would still rather he wasn't there. How ridiculous do things have to get before all this is over?

Our Governor will be extending our stay-at home directive until the end of May. He expects this to peak here in the next few weeks.

I miss grocery shopping. My son does it right now and while he understands checking out what is on sale, he sometimes brings home things I just don't understand. Too many over processed things such as pre-made
pre-formed mass produced meatloaf that you heat in a microwave. Ughh! I asked "why"? He said "'cause they looked cool". For what he paid, I could have made a meatloaf that was not only better for you and tasted better but would also be enough for leftovers. These 2 tiny plastic wrapped things had better taste good. I'm all for trying new things but I don't see the logic in this. I understand for a single person - ok maybe. There are 5 of us.
Time will tell. I think we're having them tonight.

I found a Yahoo link that is supporting live streams of music in the support to fight against COVIS-19 pandemic.
YouTube listed several streams as well:




No politics... there are plenty of blogs for that!

Are Being Rounded Up By The Covid Stadt Polizei And Herded Off To Concentration Camps!!

Konformität Macht Frei!!

I see the ocean going crackpot has lost his marbles altogether. Or is he just hoping that he can persuade us to lose ours.

We are living in very troubling times. We all know this because of the enlightening videos that numerous public spirited bloggers are constantly posting. I wouldn’t have known that God is thinking of incinerating us all in the near future because he is fed up with how we are carrying on. And who can blame him? I didn’t know about the millions of children that are being abducted and held captive in huge underground cities. I had no idea about all the Hollywood stars eating babies, at their satanic rituals. And what about the Chinese master plan to give all of us a very nasty cough so that they can take over the World? It just goes on and on, there seems no hope.

But wait, there could be someone who could put a stop to all this evil in the World. Just one man; a man who some even say God put among us to banish these evils. And who is that man? you cry. Well I’ll give you one fcuking guess.

I can remember, back in the 1970s, a very novel machine suddenly appeared in motorway services. It had a screen, and two knobs by which two short white lines could be induced to travel vertically up and down the left and right edges of the screen. It was the first computer game to be presented to the public, and could well have been called Ping, had they not called it Pong.

Not very long after that the game became available to buy, in the form of a little box that could be connected to a TV set. Oh, the thrill of being able to move -to your own your will- an image on your TV screen. Up till then television sets could only deliver passive amusement, but now we could be in control. What a feeling of power that was. Of course, you needed to have children in whose name you bought the game, but they rarely got anywhere near it.

Things moved on quite quickly during the subsequent years, and computer games became very sophisticated. I couldn’t keep away from Tomb Raider for a few months, although the driving force behind that was not so much a desire to get to the next level, but rather a compulsion to get lara Croft to do something -I finally had to concede- she was not designed to do. I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone though; computer games were for kids.

How things have changed. I work with a man in his sixties who freely boasts about how many rampaging aliens he killed on the pervious night. There is a thriving market in adult computer games, and grownups are no longer ashamed or self conscious about playing them. Of course, they are not playing games -as a child might be described as doing- they are “gaming”. A designation the industry came up with to turn childish play into a legitimate adult activity. A rose by any other name.

I can remember the days when people who had telephones were a very exclusive set. Most ordinary folk wouldn’t have known how to go about having a telephone. Later, when the general population felt entitled to have a telephone if they wanted one badly enough, it was having two telephones that marked you out as being among the elite. No one owned their telephone; they could only rent it from the GPO (General Post Office).

In order to acquire a telephone within the foreseeable future, you had to have a damn good reason for wanting it. You had to be a doctor, or belong to some other profession that absolutely necessitated having one; everyone else went onto a waiting list. When your turn eventually came, however, you were granted the choice of having either an ivory or green one.

It was a serious offence to tamper with your telephone; punishable with a heavy fine, or even imprisonment. Once your phone had been installed, that is where it stayed. You couldn’t just plug it in wherever you wanted to, like you can today. Working class families who were brazen enough to apply for a telephone were often quite nervous about using it for anything other than the most justifiable of reasons, like a medical emergency, or their home being on fire.

It was Margaret Thatcher who changed everything; she took telephones away from the Post Office and let the free market have them. Now we can have a phone in every room and one in each pocket if we like, and we don’t have to ask for anyone’s permission. For those of us who grew up with how it used to be it felt like a very radical event when they freed up the telephone; a bit like the first time they let us see a pair of tits on the BBC.