The Summer Sun is Shining on the Potato Salad

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

What is is the was of what will be but now is all we ever have. If you don't get this you are invited to dream on.

If you are an American, as I once was before I knew better, I am guessing you are as proud as punch that 'only in America', we have a trustworthy democratic system that is as incorruptible as potato salad sitting in the hot sun for hours at a Fourth of July picnic. Here is clear evidence at one of the principle active agent locations where the effect of sunlight on mayonnaise is a growth industry. BUT... when you have equally incorruptible and exceedingly humble candidates like this (cough) stellar example of sunlight on the potato salad it's win win. ♫You can't have one. You can't have one. You can't have one without the other!♫

If you need ongoing proof of Mr. Apocalypse rocking the Cashbar, you need only peruse Ben Carson's resume of a scholarship to West Point and his protection of white folk during riot time. Why would someone with such a level of prominence be motivated to tell the kinds of lies you can hear on a barstool in the local pub any day from opening to closing, as all the Vietnam Vets that never were, tell their tales of war heroics ( cue Bruce Springsteen- Glory Days)? Mr. Apocalypse is whispering in their ears. By the time this is over, Ben and his buddies will all be dead certain that they were the catalyst for Theseus making it back to Greece with The Golden Fleece.

I've had a lot of interesting things happen to me in this life. Once I got to hang out with Elvis Presley and even had a chance get deeper into his day to day but I walked away because he was surrounded by hard cases that didn't want someone added to their number and I've always hated the idea of being a hanger on of anyone but the ineffable. I've told this story and others any number of times but you know what? Not a single lady ever slept with me because of them and I never made a dime out of spinning the tales. What you get is an ego boost in your own mind; nothing more. Why would any man or woman need an ego boost when we are all potentially a friend of the ineffable? I can't think of a higher honor. Let us say I get nominated for the Nobel Prize in literature (never going to happen). Do I want to be listed with the same kind of flacks ( in an unfortunate number) who won simply because their winning was part of a program of promotion that I want no part of? It would be like winning The Peace Prize. Look at some of the people who have. The whole Nobel process and just about all award constructs of any sort have all been politicized and weaponized.

Awards are one thing. Standing the test of time is another. Being a big deal in a fortunate karma segment of time and being completely forgotten once you are gone is one thing. Being relatively unknown in your manifest segment of time and... well, doesn't it make sense to aspire to a higher state of service, regardless of the kind of notoriety that results in more flies and mosquitoes buzzing around your head? Some people seem to think it is a positive tradeoff. I can't imagine why. A real success is to be able to go about your life with the fewest other lifeforms being able to bug and bother you.

This is an age of lunacy and hypocrisy having sex with each other in public places. Here is a lovely example of the two in flagrante delicto. The insanity is happening at every level People just lie with never a concern in the world and it troubles them not at all that they provide no verification whatsoever, or resort to politically correct jargon in self defense of their pompous idiocies. Here is some telling evidence of the sort of ruthless sophists running amok in the educational system. Meanwhile... there is a raging violence of mindless thugs, transplanted into formerly civilized zones by chief Rothschild agent- Little Georgie Sorrows. Most definitely heads are going to roll.

There seems to be no limit to venal hungers of the privileged. That she cannot see the irony is impressive. We have posted here only a very small portion of the many examples of wack that we are encountering in our travels each day.

It is everywhere you go. I have spent most of the last year, except for my still inexplicable assault, in a more or less easy going situation here where I have been living. Then the son of my landlady has appeared and decided that he is going to dictate everything that can or cannot take place here in one of the more dysfunctional perspectives that I have seen in some while. It is time to move on and I was in no mood for it but one does what they must. Quality of life is job one so... somehow... in the next month and a half, Mr. Visible has to find a new location. I suspect the hand of the ineffable in this and- truth be told- even basic services promised to me long ago have failed to materialize. I have long noted the fog of confusion and laid back lassitude that is a ubiquitous reality here in the islands. Never have I encountered such a large group of say anything and do nothing residents; not to mention simply not showing up, even when you are intending to pay them to do so.

I was dumbfounded when I managed resorts on Maui at how often people that I was going to give a good sum of money to, wouldn't even put in an appearance to provide the service they were being well paid for. Sometimes this was several hundred dollars a pop but... then I had to call someone else and someone else and sometimes weeks later the original client would appear all bent out of shape because I hadn't waited for them to show up. You really can't let maintenance for plumbing problems and similar concerns simply hang in space for the convenience of the serial tardy.

I have learned a great many painful lessons about taking people at their word or relying on their professed competence. I've never been able to fully understand these things because I have never operated that way myself. If I say I am going to be somewhere, I show up. If I say I am going to do something I do it. That has always seemed to me to be the best policy but it is more often than not, not the policy around these locations. You just have to laugh and stay proactive. It makes no sense to get angry. The world is in such a turmoil in so many places and at any time it could get exponentially worse. There are powerful entities working tirelessly in that direction and they are crazy. They are insane. Another world war looks like the best demonstration of their time and attention. They have no concern for the lives disrupted or lost. These things are mere ciphers to them. That qualifies as crazy in my book.

All over the world there are tens of millions of people living in a state of emergency. Something like 47% of the population in America is living below the poverty line. The domestic police forces are experiencing some sort of intense brain fever. They are shooting cattle ranchers and 6 year old kids. They are body slamming the elderly up against their cars. They are shooting a guy in a department store who is holding a BB gun for purchase while talking on the phone. Dozens of events like these play out every single day in The Land of the Free. Well over a thousand people have been killed this year for reasons that remain a mystery. The police threw a flashbang grenade into a home without even announcing their presence and injured 3 small children. They tossed one into a crib earlier in the last year or so. They are routinely beating people down in public and this has become a growth industry for Political Correctness Nazis. The amount of things going wrong or threatening to escalate into all kinds of tragedies is off the charts and now there is all these ominous earthquake signs in Oklahoma and elsewhere. Some of it is caused by fracking and some of it may just be the spirit of the Earth pushed to extremes it will no longer tolerate.

With all of this happening, it would be petty and selfish of me to complain overly about the inconveniences I suffer or the more than occasional uncertainties that manifest. When I compare my situation with millions of other souls I try to keep a sane perspective and fulsome gratitude always uppermost in my heart. It could be ever so much worse. I am not only grateful for the small kindness of every day but especially that I am not possessed by the sort of consciousness exampled in the links provided today. It is one of the greatest things in the world simply to not be stupid; avaricious, vain, obsessed with compulsions and irrational drives. Of course, none of us are immune to these possibilities so it pays to pay attention at all times. Nearly all of our troubles begin in our minds, prior to manifesting in our lives.

We need to practice a calm, stability and consistency in our being. The world is only secondarily our concern. We are our own greatest concern because that has everything to do with the way the world appears to us and what it presents us with. There's that great line in Kipling's poem, “If”,

“If you can keep your head when all about you. Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,” Oh... let's just post the whole poem.

“If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”

A heroic piece and certainly possessing some amount of good advice. At least it does for me. It is also a reminder that a hundred years ago and a hundred years before that and that... life has always been fraught with the same challenges and difficulties. Some times look better to us at a distance but perhaps they were not and it really all depends on our position in the mix more than anything else. Time will tell and we shall see.

End Transmission.......

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