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Where Are You Politically?

Church and politics. I avoid them both religiously. Unfortunately, I can no more separate myself from politics than humans can separate themselves from nature.
It's just not possible.

It's up to me to do what I can to find out what is really going on. The internet helps, but as you may have noticed, there is much untruth on the web.

I needed a simple device to help me orient myself in a confusing blizzard of contradictory information. Taking inspiration from modern physics, I sought clarity through higher dimensionality.

The traditional political spectrum is a one dimensional line, and apparently has had a "Left" and a "Right" since the French Revolution (Post-royalty, the conservative elements, clergy and surviving nobility, sat to the right of the President while the more reactionary citizens, you and me, sat to the left.

Here I drew the spectrum using contemporary terminology. I leave you to decide where along the line that you are proud to be.

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If you grasp the 2 ends of the line and bend the line into a circle, you now have a two dimensional representation.

Now where are you proud to be?

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If you look at politics in the west in general and the US in particular, the extreme left does not really exist anymore. It has been effectively lopped off thanks to the Cold War.
No such pruning has been done on the right, a circumstance that is most evident in the American 2-party system. Much to the dismay of the Republican party, there is only one place for the right wing nutters to go and that is the Republican party.

Even though I don't pay much attention, I still feel that I'm being bombarded with badness. Loss of freedoms, falling standard of living, enemies on all sides and within. It's like a combination of Joseph McCarthy and Weapons of Mass Destruction.
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I thought a thought

I thought a thought
I thought a lot about that thought
I thought and I thought a lot about that thought
I thought the thought that I thought was a really good thought
I posted it.
I think I'm going to be killed
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Zombie Apocalypse

I'm a little disappointed that there is no category for "Zombie Apocalypse". so we'll have to go with Dating&Relationships then.

So... um how as your last date?

Huuum?

Got your head bit off?
And I'm not just talking about you guys.

Huuum?

Did it feel good?

Having your brains eaten?

Huuum?

GETOFFMEGETOFFME
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Welcome Home

There are are 8 million stories in this city.
And 1 point 5 million people.
Most of them are liars, but none of them will admit it.

Except me.

I lie like a sidewalk.

I lie like the other elderly people in the local Safeway.

AED in aisle 11.

Clear.



Special on Bar-B-Q in aisle 11.

grin

Damn, don't I taste good.





I'm baaaaaack.
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Catharsis (Repost)

A colleague recently told me that his neighbour retired. The neighbour started his new life by leaving his old life in the dumpster,

including art and his university diploma.

I find this to be highly inspirational.

Everything that doesn't have sentimental value must go.
This includes my rock collection which never meant anything to anyone but me. The rocks weren't particularly good specimens. They were simple reminders of the places I visited, and I can still recognize where they were collected even though they remain unlabeled.
Tan mudstone from Mt. Nebo, burial place of Moses.
Red sandstone from Petra.
Petrified wood from the Arabian desert.
Sand from the Dahna sand sea, and the Rub Al Khali or Empty Quarter.
All gone.

I want to close my eyes, and when I open them, be in a bar in Bahrain.
Decompressing.
Unemployed.

The movers start tomorrow, and are supposed to finish March 30.
I leave Saudi Arabia March 31.
Place your bets everyone.

Update: They finished packing and loading in one day.
I now have two days with nothing to worry about, so I slept in.

See you on the other side.

(I have to repost because I clobbered it with my tribute to teena).
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For Teena

You made me think of Linda Ronstadt.

Catharsis

A colleague recently told me that his neighbour retired. The neighbour started his new life by leaving his old life in the dumpster, including art and his university diploma.

I find this to be highly inspirational.

Everything that doesn't have sentimental value must go.
This includes my rock collection which never meant anything to anyone but me. The rocks weren't particularly good specimens. They were simple reminders of the places I visited, and I can still recognize where they were collected even though they remain unlabeled.
Tan mudstone from Mt. Nebo, burial place of Moses.
Red sandstone from Petra.
Petrified wood from the Arabian desert.
Sand from the Dahna sand sea, and the Rub Al Khali or Empty Quarter.
All gone.

I want to close my eyes, and when I open them, be in a bar in Bahrain.
Decompressing.
Unemployed.

The movers start tomorrow, and are supposed to finish March 30.
I leave Saudi Arabia March 31.
Place your bets everyone.
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3 More Weeks

It's hard to believe that in 3 weeks I'll be leaving Saudi Arabia never to return. 23 years of my life distilled into 21 days.

Am I being sentimental?
No.
I'm being driven out of my mind.

When I was in bed last Thursday night I had a panic attack. I never have panic attacks, but there it was. I got about 1 hour sleep that night, then put in 2 straight 15 hour days trying to make the lingering feeling of unease disappear.
Everything is under control, but I still have this feeling that something horrible is going to...

No it's not.
Everything is going to be fine. cheering

But I've been more extra scatterbrained than usual.
I'm getting better at meditation. I'm able to empty my mind for up to 30 seconds.
laugh
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Wildlife

National Geographic has the best wildlife photos
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It's Boring Everywhere

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It was christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I dont dream
Her names on my tongue
And her blood's in my stream.

Chorus:
Wait awhile eternity
Old mother natures got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me, now
Were rolling
My sweetheart
Were flowing
By god!

She reminds me of a chess game
With someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain
After a prairie fire
Her heart is as big
As this whole goddamn jail
And shes sweeter than saccharine
At a drug store sale.

Chorus:

The search light in the big yard
Swings round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes
Like the dust in the sun
Its christmas in prison
Therell be music tonight
Ill probably get homesick
I love you. goodnight.

Chorus:
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The Internet is Amazing

War, sin, killin and a-robbin
They say the world is one big problem
I've got one I'll tell you now
I cain't find my guernsey cow


That verse occasionally gets stuck in my head for some reason.
I heard the tune when I was about 15 years old, but danged if I could remember who sang it.

Well dang. I found it.
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