Monday, November 04, 2019

AAAAaaaannndd Another Thing

Another thing I have noticed lately is the difference in font selections for blogspot is somewhat strange and limiting. Why I know not. Maybe it is just me. Probably is just me. I need one between normal and large. After all, I do not think I am "normal" in the current sense of the word. And I am not "larger than life" by any means. I got out of the killing business last millennium before the new one started. I have more or less gotten out of the computer business as well because of the variables in advancement and the absurd lack of real security for the masses. I simply am a retrograde user who totally distrust any organization that wears a label, except of course the LBRA. I cannot say I fully trust it but I trust it more than other groups out there. People, is a different story. Hil C. I trust to do what will serve her best. I am not sure why Billy Bob stays married to her unless it is fear of the consequences of crossing her. One good thing is what goes 'round, comes 'round. I hope the military remembers that they are sworn to defend the constitution, not the political trash.

On birds now:

My scissor-tails have gone south or into hiding. Haven't seen them for a week now and I suspect the two cold fronts have a lot to do with it. Have seen a raptor return though. I suspect it is a kestrel but no positive id yet. Might be the peregrine but it is smaller than the one from last year. More as soon as I get a better look and hopefully a pic. 

On Snakes in the grass:

The real deals, none. Too Cool.
The trash: It is election time and too many to list.

On pies and cakes:

One thing I can always depend on is my wife (naturally) and especially when it involves cooking anything with coconut. I once made her a coconut blender pie when we were stationed in Maine. It came out good. I was amazed. I can't eat coconut without choking, but I could make a pie. 37 years later I try again. As no knifes, plates, or other objects came flying my way and she is moaning quietly I guess I did ok again. Who'd a thought it. I guess lemon or chocolate cake is next. Prepping for the 4th....


Please note: The following is random thoughts and observations of my own, based on my experiences in life, readings of historical documentation, and general scuttlebut picked up from different areas of the world. I present them as such and not documented fact, although much of it is documented in the older history books. History teaches us that expansion of one group means displacement or absorption of another group. Nature verifies this as well. Just ask Alabama about kudzu.

This is my country. One group of my people ran others out of the country way back when and were run out in turn by others. Been going on for the past 3 or 4 millennia. 

European and Nordic ancestors have been in and out of the country for better than a millineum, many of which settled here over the past 4 centuries, no, make that the past 5 centuries now. 

Just so you know, some were slave "owners" some weren't. I'd say no to that kind of foolishness but no one asked. Hasn't been an issue in my lifetime. I'm against the idea in general when we are talking about people.  

If you don't know, slavery still exist in this country and many other places in the world. Many false religions fully support and enforce slavery. Race is now only a flavor in current slave markets. Fact of the matter is that this has most always been so from ancient times. Black, white, yellow, even red have all been slaves and were the owners of slaves. The "American" that we now call native often kept slaves, although sometimes the difference could be hard to tell. North, Central and South American tribes, nations, confederations, empires and other groupings took slaves as the natural course of things as conquest and defeats were made. Same thing in the european area as well, for many centuries. The African continent has been in the same such turmoil as far back as history is written. Asia and India have had and still have their own slave markets though as with many other countries not always as an open market as it used to be. 

Slaves now are seldom bought for the agricultural purposes that they once were, as machines have replaced them and enabled the agricultural expansion to the point that we now have the capability to feed the world from a relatively small area of farmland. Now is the time of the sex slavers and similar service oriented tasking. New Orleans, Mobile, and other southern cities are no longer the centers of this illegal and immoral trade. Look rather to Los Angeles or New York for the slave blocks and not just in the chinatown areas. Slave labor hasn't died out nor shall it till judgement falls on all. 

Many people are now slaves of the government ruling over them, although the governments won't call it that, but what is the difference? Name only.   And it is not just communist countries but all countries, especially those who have a socialistic leaning. If the government is feeding you and the government is giving you "free" income, then you become dependent on the government for living unless you manage the money more wisely than my current observations indicate. You have chosen to become a servant of politics and you will be looking at starvation or criminal activity just to eat if you displease the government. 

The setup is complete now. The world will soon be disrupted by the coming anarchy that will pull today's "civilization" back to pre-dark age terror and isolationism. Look carefully at the past century. Check out this short list

National Socialist Party (Germany, 1930's)
United Soviet Socialist Republic (aka  Russia)

Both rose to power on fear and force. Do you think things will be different for us if we follow those same footsteps? How do you not see the repetitions of history? I figure to die about 2042 at 89 like my father and his father before him. 2043 will be left to you to decide, anarchy or common sense. Have fun yall.

Thursday, October 17, 2019


This in not a reference to steroids.

This is a reference to real juicing, as from fruit of the vine, specifically from muscadine grape vines. Now you know we are talking jelly (or syrup) juicing. Instead of the old way that I learned growing up which was more labor intensive I invested in a steam juicer and I have to say I like it a bunch. Different type of labor but a serious reduction of mess that needs cleaning. I'm talking about saved labor over the course of years more than pays for the couple of hundred buck you might have to lay out. In my research I found that the best price-range was between 2 and 3 hundred. Those under 2 seem to be lacking in durable construction and other quality points, and over 3 you are paying for a name or something and paying too much, unless you are semi-commercial and need volume. Also if you are a "gourmet" you have a show to put on, so I get it. If you are like me, a home user, the names aren't a guiding factor, composition of the pots is the greater concern. Given current Alzheimer research it makes sense to go with stainless steel as I have seen no recent research that indicates troubles from the material. I would consider cast iron but haven't seen it available anywhere especially at a price I'd consider. And cast iron maintenance would involve more labor than the stainless steel variety, so I think probably not unless it was (really) made in the USA and under $300, then maybe it would be given consideration. If you are wondering about what you can juice this way, I have juiced the following:

Blueberries (I think) - BIG CAUTION ON STAINS

In my future plans I am also looking at peaches, apples, and most other fruits when I can get enough of them to fill the basket. Does anyone know of a test you can get to check for arsenic or other poisons that some fruit might have in their seeds? (Old Emergency episode with peach pits: lesson learned, don't eat them.) Found some groups on faceplantbookie that discuss interesting things within the group, one of the few intelligent uses of the format.

AND COUSINS, the fourth is not that far away, so start your planning now!!! Plane tickets would make a great Christmas/Hanukkah, New Years, President's Day, MLK Day, Easter, Graduation, BIRTHDAY present, no? 


Friday, September 06, 2019

It's HOT in the shade.

Looking like triple digit temps this weekend so be ready fellow rats. Lotsa water, not beer. Reduce caffiene intake and upgrade hydrogen hydroxide intake. Minimize carbon dioxide intake as well. Don't eliminate dem eggs though, fried or scrambled is fine.

Thursday, August 29, 2019


In short, no such thing. Those familiar with Wynedom  (misspelled on purpose, you know who you are) know that the "advisors", "consultants", and other such names use all the same approaches, annoyances, tactics, and pressures that you find in all salesman training programs. But if it quacks like a duck, etc.; yup, duck. Pressure salesmen (and women) are programmed to get you to buy, no matter what they call the procedure. Things like "Dominate Buying Motive" are what they seek in use as a lever to move you into a more vulnerable position. Compassion as a tool, ""fear of losing" pressure, and a whole host of other psychological games are what they have in their tool box to part you from your hard earned money and time. Reason I say this is because the scams of the internet are just the latest in a long series of scams perpetrated by people and corporations for centuries, all depending on the gullibility, insecurity, and/or depression of people every where. It is a control game at it's heart, one that attempts to get you to give in as a final attempt to end the game, which is their goal. Once you have been ground down, salespeople then renew the game in order to bleed as much money out of you as possible and as long as possible, pushing you into the spiral of debt that they hope to continue inflicting on your children indefinitely. 

But what can we do to disengage these people? Whether at the store, on the phone, or in the streets you have the power and right to say "NO". Whether you are being robbed by someone with a gun or a clipboard and pencil understand that your right to life, liberty and happiness remains unimpeded. Of course, if facing someone with a gun or knife, I do not recommend engaging them if you do not have special combat training. But a salesperson, feel free to cut them with eye-daggers, or just turn around and walk away. If they pursue, turn around again. If that doesn't work ask them if they know Jesus. If they don't, then sit with them and explain sin and salvation if you can. If that proves to be too much of a challenge for you, which it is for many people, tell them of how the Lord has affected your life. If they do know Jesus, ask them why they aren't following His teachings? Over the phone you can just ask them the same questions they ask you, however, if they have a recording device they may record you to be cut and pasted later to give proper responses to "bad for you" questions. Really the best thing to do is say nothing, just like a hung up computer. Lay your phone down and come back five minutes later to see if they have hung up yet, if they are still talking, just hang up. There are so many ways to deal with it that you really need not concern yourself with them. I generally chose to let unrecognized numbers go to the voicemail box and if a message is left, go from there. If it is directv in walmart or that other one in target, I just pass them by like a payroll wagon passing a tramp, {for you Louis L'Amour fans.} We are not under any sort of obligation to buy anything from anyone, including our government, nor are we required to assist anyone on the street corner. We have the freedom to choose what we will do regardless of the desires of other people, but we also are required to live (or die) with the consequences. 

And you thought the Random Man could spread it thin.....

Saturday, June 08, 2019

Mie Werld Vu //// The beginning of a writing experiment...

Mie Werld Vu

Yes, not overly punnie, I know. Yet here ‘Tis.  My eldest will get it and maybe a few others.

 Can we ever have world peace? I think not. Because if there is one or more humans on this planet peace is not achievable.

And yes, I know of Audio Adrenaline, if you are one of “those” that cannot let things go.

I don’t think I will use proper writing in this either, as I do not really concern myself on what grade I can make; nor am I trying to be impressive. If someone can perceive what I am saying, then well and good. If I cause someone to think about why this is so confusing, that is fine also.

If someone is upset with the lack of pictures and drawings, oh well, you are not thinking on the same level I am. You may be higher, or you may be lower, but you are totally irrelevant as for as this goes because this is MY perception, not yours. Nor is it free from my prejudices, shortcomings, ignorance or awareness.

Do I think I am right? Of course I do. Am I right in an absolute sense? Only God truly is and knows for sure if I am even close. Neither you nor I have a real clue. So you people out there, do not put words in my mouth that I personally have not said. Do not pull things out of context as my context is the sum total of my interactions with my existence. So here ‘tis, the beginning, or thereabouts....

My awareness began in the fifties with somersaults through the front yard (3 ish), a tornado moving Aunt Jo’s house (4), and hurricanes blowing through the neighborhood. I had no idea who “Ike” was but I knew who Tom Terrific and Mighty Mouse were. Mr. Greenjeans and Captain Kangaroo were friend on television as well as Mr. Rogers and I remember the Jimmy Davis “Hymn of the Day”. Didn't realize till much later in life that he was the governor at the time. I did eat dirt when daddy plowed the field, but only fresh turned dirt. I was picky. I also started 1st grade in ‘59. There I found my first “love”, small l. I still bear the mark of that affair in my arm. My first tattoo, a graphite dot where Dorothy stabbed me with her pencil. I doubt she remembers the occasion but it is deeply impressed in my mind, and flesh. At that time I think I was too self absorbed to be aware of world conditions or others for that matter. I remember reporters that reported facts and not opinions. The news media didn't have to make up stories or blow stories out of proportion as there were plenty of phenomenal stories to go around. Radio played songs that were good, at least to me, although as we went into the 60's I wasn't listening to a lot of radio. I did watch a lot of cartoons on Saturday morning. By the way, I had no desire to try to jump off the roof and fly or blow up anybody, although I didn't mind blowing up toys with firecrackers.  Nor did I seriously wish to shoot anyone. Whack them over the head maybe, but not to the point of termination. The early sixties were best described as relatively uneventful from my perspective. The assassination of the president interrupted my Saturday morning cartoons, so you can tell I was not cognitively aware of world events. Vietnam was already going on, as were other world events and the cold war was intensifying. They made not the smallest blip on my radar. Now by ‘64 or ‘65, the radio was becoming much more a tool of interest to me, particularly rock and roll stations. One thing to mention in this time frame, I was becoming aware of the difference in views of the people around me, even the racial differences. One girl knew that the church I went to and the church she went to had services at the same time, so they must believe the same thing. I had no answer.  Racial tensions made no sense to me as I believed everyone was the same to God so I didn't understand why  people didn't understand so simple a concept. People are different regardless of what group they belonged to, or even in their groups so why bother with all the drama? It is pointless. Turns out I was right although people still refuse to accept it. All I can say is “get over yourself.”  In just a few short years my experiences with the racial perceptions of many was proved that what I thought was right. As the years of integration commenced many people insisted on drama over using common sense. The dramatist were and are  wrong. Their actions showed how small their perceptions were/are as people, and how shortsighted they were/are being.  One thing that I developed during this era, the first radio headset, (out of an AM transistor radio and tape) which I used to listen to KEEL out of Shreveport while I was choppin’ cotton. I can’t remember what I got paid for choppin' cotton but it kept me off the streets during the summer. By the way, I got paid 5 cents a pound for picking cotton while other hands got 7 cents a pound. And they got paid more just because they were more productive! But then again, I remembered a parable from the bible and no arguing with God or Daddy in my book. I also got 5 cents a pound for picking up pecans during the fall. Of course 20 pounds meant a buck and up to eight comic books so I did get some picked up. Also this was Christmas “present money” if I could hang on to it. The few times I got near to 60 pounds I thought I was rich. Mike, my brother, almost always had over 100 pounds which he promptly wasted on girls and beer and such. I didn't understand that either. Back then if I got a hundred pounds (maybe once or twice) I’d get the “annuals” that cost 25 cents and be in hog heaven. Also during these mid and late 60's I spent a lot of time on the bayous. Mostly Bayou Boeuf fooling around and snake killing and crawfishing and Cocodrie for fishing. I proved that a 14 foot Polarcraft boats won’t sink if you don’t weigh it down because of the  foam in the seats. I also swam the bayou (Boeuf) from the power station to my cousin’s house both ways a few times. It was only about 3 miles and the alligators were all upstream back then. Only thing to worry about were the moccasins and they don’t party a lot at night. In general I didn't bug the water snakes as they never seemed interested in a fight but the moccasins were down right mean and we often engaged each other. I've seen one that tried to get to me even though I was twenty feet above him. He leapt straight up as I was on the bridge and it was on a log hung up against the pylon. I used most everything from a stick to a 12 gauge against them, including fishing poles.  During the summers I also mowed grass for money. Maybe get 3 or 4 bucks a yard but that ate into my cartoon time. I also had to give Daddy a buck or two as it was his mower that I used. I guess that was my introduction to capitalism. Was ok with me as it made sense. Keep in mind that there were no “zero-turn” riding mowers back then that I knew of and the regular riding mowers were expensive. I was also terrible at setting prices, having next to no business sense. That is something I still have issues with when I work on computers.  I do scare easy. I say that having experienced a few moments of sheer terror, some of which were self induced. We were watching “Twilight Zone” in the living room which set me up for it. I had walked out of the room and into the other bedroom when Moma was coming through it and she heard David coming behind me from the living room. David had heard Moma’s footsteps also and they had decided to “boo” each other. I saw the whole thing happening and when they jumped out at each other I was the one who left the floor three below me. First time I can remember physically feeling an accelerated heartbeat. Other times I have been totally surprised and it generated exactly 0 response. I don’t know. Sometimes I try to remember birthdays and presents and mostly I draw a blank. I do remember a bat Uncle George gave me one year (I was under 15 and over 10, which is as close as I can pinpoint it.) I’m pretty sure I got a glove and ball that year too.  Aside from that, birthday and Christmas presents are a homogeneous mess. I remember giving Grandma a card of tacks for Christmas. It was years later that I found out about how she laughed when she opened it but for the next year each time she needed a thumbtack she would crack a smile and remember the present. Best quarter I ever invested. For a lot of years my Christmas gifts were allocated according to my gift budget. Moma, Daddy, Aunt Jo and Uncle George were always a buck to buck 50. Brothers/cousins up to four bit. Grandma and Grandpa and Dee were not given a limit but seldom over a buck. Carol Jean (cousin that lived next door) always at least four bits depending on the price of chocolate covered cherries. Uncle Possum was usually around 30 to 40 cents depending on where I could find the popping bugs. As you may be able to tell, mental discipline is not my forte’. Other things I remember from the 50's and early 60's are extreme emotions. I have no idea why, but when Aunt Lurlene died I was standing by the phone when Moma took the call. I can only remember the horror I felt at the news. I have no idea why it impacted me so powerfully because I was less than ten, I think. I have to go to her grave to get the year straight in my head and it only last for a couple of days. That’s when Burt and David (her sons) came to live with us. Their dad had died in the 50's in a car wreck in east Texas I think.  Another traumatic incident (for me) was when the rope swing broke as I was reaching the highest point of the arc and was over the concrete table. Yes, I landed on my head but I did NOT break the table. I did take a lot of skin off my ear and the side of my head and I think I was afraid my brains were leaking out, but it was just blood. No idea why I didn't go deaf either. Other moments of terror, waiting for a school bus and thinking I’d backed into thorns on a plum tree. Turned out those thorns had wings and my feet grew them also as I flew out of the ditch. Another time David and I were hunting and were wrapping it up and leaving the woods behind Uncle John’s house by crossing the fence to his field where the truck was parked on a turn-row. David went over first while I held the guns and then I went over and stepped into the yellow jacket nest he had just trod on. Four shots to the back and I was once again airborne and flying across the freshly plowed field. Not the last time I was stung, but the last time I was surprised by them bugs. Next attempt on my life by a red wasp resulted in flight before getting stung. Straight across the roof, carport and onto the ground stopping only when the barbed wire fence cause rapid deceleration. Never broke stride even with the eight foot drop between the carport and ground. Like I said, I am temporally challenged in my memories. I know exactly what happened, but when is a challenge. One time my brothers and I went out to the canal to target shoot and I had a 20 gauge that belonged to Burt or David, I don’t remember which for sure. My shells were reloads that a cousin and I had made according to the spec sheets we had. Apparently one shell had a pinhole in it at the base because when I went to shoot a blackbird in the top of a tree, kaboom, the chamber and about two inches of barrel blew out. Keep in mind I was aiming the gun and the chamber and my face were less than six inches apart. I saw Mike and George running towards me and their mouths were moving but no sound was coming out. I heard a little “tick” sound and looked down and there was the shell on the pavement. I looked at the gun and there the chamber where the shell was, wasn't. Took a couple of days for my hearing to come back but it did. Made me a little more conscious of my gun handling but didn't put me off from guns at all. I remember Cousin Sidney exposing me to Nancy Drew Mysteries. I read the first hundred of them. I became an avid reader around the sixth grade or so. As far as studies went, I remember flunking the only spelling test I really studied for and I mean F- flunking. I remember reading Dr. Seuss in the seventh grade, not “Green Eggs and Ham” or “The Cat In The Hat” but other books. What snagged my mind was his use of words and the words he made up. I recognized his genius then, and later as I tried my hand at writing. Fortunately none of my earlier writings survived my naval trekking and only a few of the later writings can now be found, thank you Lord.

This covered some of the happenings of my early youth and I’ll write more later, maybe. Not sure I want all my high school secrets out just yet as many of the people involved are still living and do not have the same memories of events as I experienced them. Just to give a preview, no, I did not smoke nor did I drink. Couldn't afford either even if I wanted to, which I didn't. I also had limited access to a vehicle so not a lot of dating and such, though I wouldn't have minded more than I did have. Girls did not seem interested and I do not like to push where emotions are involved. I will say this: there were several that were interesting to me but even then I felt they weren't the “one” for me. I found her later and we are still married. More about that later also.

Monday, May 20, 2019

It's Monday Morning

And I'm not Garfield. Although I did have a dream about unusual looking cats. Very electric greens and other colours. Also a very weird looking in a cool way VW not a microbus. More like a macrobus for a VW.  Had bus style accordion doors and on both sides. Other weirdness; in prison but not a prisoner or a guard, just wandering through. Now I'm typing this blog while listening to Poor Old Lu, Burlap To Cashmere, Plankeye and other oldish music.I have to wonder if anyone out there gets this, but then again, I just put it out there for consideration and if no one is interested, no worries on my part. Jesus and The California Kid. Cool.

Friday, May 17, 2019

Random thoughts from the middle of spring

Middle of May
What ya say
Gettin' the fish next month
And then the 4th.

I never claimed to be a poet

Wednesday, March 27, 2019

Random Thoughts in early spring..

I think 5 Guys understands how to make a hamburger.
I know the little salad place just south of Alex does as well.
Mickey D's, eh! All i'll give them.
BK Lounge does better with burgers if you can get them to understand "your way."
DQ Forget the burger, dessert first.
Same for the hedgehog.
Popeye's doesn't do burgers. And that's a good thing.
Regular resties do have burgers but there is often some assembly required. I prefer RTE.

Yes, I am still hungry.

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Bye, Bye, Baby Bye Bye

Yes, I am quoting Janis there, or Big Brother to be a bit more precise. The reference of course is to Face(plant)book. Far too many distractions from what I am interest in and too much divisiveness in the political arenas. I've done my research and have reached the same conclusion once again. Anarchy is the inevitable outcome of our current political situation and the degree of violence that my grandkids will face is growing exponentially. It has become obvious to me that the current political parties are no longer viable alternatives and we need some refocusing on the important issues. Actually, we need a better understanding of which issues are important and which ones exist simply to incite rage and disorganization. We are rapidly failing as a country and are getting to be a nuclear armed 3rd world country. Charlie Daniels may be correct and the South might just do it again. California may be trying to be the leader but like so many leaders who have come and gone, they are not leading in a good direction. Washington (dc) can't decide on a positive direction so it is in it's own inverted universe with so many ticks sucking the country's blood and no clue what to do. ( for all you English majors and teachers out there, sorry about the run-on and incomplete thought. That is actually my point though.) All I can say is get real. Between Bush one and Trump every president we had killed many of our constitutional rights and are continuing to trod on that uniquely formulated agreement and have all, in my not so humble and sometimes very loud opinion, disgraced the office with which they were trusted. Governors from all parties in the states with which my family have connections have been ineffective leaders accompanied by legislatures who would prefer to bicker with governors rather than address and resolve issues. Am I speaking of Louisiana? Of course, and Florida and Texas and Oklahoma and pretty much the other 46 states. ALL the major and most of the minor parties have sought to keep the economy rolling at a wartime pace when in fact there is no need. The country as a whole needs to take a step back and get another look at what we are doing. As of right now, corporate and political greed is at an all time high. Government is out of control and no one is paying attention to it. Seems to me like there are two entities free falling from 30 thousand feet and the only thing they care about is getting in the last "slap in the face" rather than finding a parachute to use. OK, not my best analogy, but still better than Tony Stark's Spidey analogy.   

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Music and randomness is in the air.

Well, I'd normally not recommend things but on occasion I am surprised by something.  Of course for you who know me know that that in itself isn't a surprise. But that I admit I like something, that may surprise you. At the moment I am referring to Pandora and Spotify websites/Apps. If you are looking for certain songs they can be a deliverance to your puzzled mind. They can also frustrate you,but so far I am enjoying the experience. Also the allowance for you to build your own playlist will let you combine songs of various genre' from many assorted albums. Given that my taste run from ragtime to prog rock and includes everything except sitar (only) music my playlist are what many call eclectic. (polite word for weird if you didn't know) Ragtime, blues, military, big band, real rock n roll, soul, psychedelic, hillbilly, jug band, newer rock n roll(ish), alternative (some), Prog rock and others make up my  listening environs. I know John Phillip Sousa tunes, Elmore James, Rogers and Hammerstein, Bo Diddley and so many others. I listen to them all specifically for what God has put into their messages in verse. If you look for satan's message, you will find it as well, but I look for God's. Many of the songwriters put their lyrics down without regard for the sublime but have a certain message in mind. Of course, many songs have a very limited message, usually identified by multiple repetitions of the same noise. Rap and hip-hop haven't really influenced me much as "explicit" content will make me listen to something else rather quickly, even to the point of hitting the off button and listening to the grass grow. It doesn't shock me but it does make me pity the teachers who see their efforts wasted. If you can't express yourself any better than using profanity, you are not an artist. You show your limited perceptions and disregard for the value of real respect and a lack of self-respect. At least, so it seems to me. Herman's Hermits "Henry the VIIIth" presented itself back in the 60's and I took it as a parody of songwriting back then. (Second verse same as the first). I like much of Weird Al's work, the beauty of It's A Beautiful Day, the strangeness of Hampton Grease Band, Pink Floyd, and The Yardbirds/Led Zeppelin, the precision of Eric Clapton and Roy Clark. I listen to country and to western as well as swing, both big band and Texas. Truthfully much of todays top music (sales wise) carries very little appeal as I am now old and I still find gems in the 60's and 70's music that is new to me. I am also a "Deadhead", though not of the usual variety. Starflyer 59 I first heard on the Blonde Vinyl tape and just found them on Spotify. Mellowing out is cool. The Doors had many really impressive songs as well as totally forgettable ones. The same can be said of most groups. I'm not talking top 40 either. Most of those were here and gone without making a dent on my mind. Maybe I'll put a playlist out there for all to see. Word of warning, most of the songs I like last more than 3 minutes, several more than 30 minutes. Now excuse me as I go "Surfing with the aliens".

Friday, January 25, 2019

And then there was light

Here at The Hollow things have slowed down now that cane season is done. Winter has arrived and the temp is below 60 most days. To put it simply, I am cold. 

Not being a "scholar" of any note I don't read into the things politicians and other liars say. Since I have high blood pressure and sodium chloride tends to make blood pressure climb, I can no longer take what they say with a grain of salt because everything they say is skewed, twisted and mutilated beyond any concept of truth. Dummykrauts blame the rich kid and the rich kid blames them and the truth is America is at fault. We elected all of them and we obviously have poor taste in leadership. I just hope we don't get another Hitler in the mix and especially here in La. Tell you the truth it is almost as though many of our current batch of "leaders"  have been reading Mien Kamph and studying Karl Marx's drivel. News flash twits, check your history books a little closer, not the recently published ___*___ that is being forced down our kids intellectual throats but the ones you can observe from back when newspapers treated truth as a friend instead of the enemy. Both of those guys lost. China's communism is a slightly adjusted for of imperialism as they built a larger empire but like all top heavy governments, it will eventually collapse into re-written history. I hope our government "officials" are taking notes because we are less than 30 years from that fate ourselves. It is time for those whom are supposed to be representing us get off their collective tushes and represent. Time for both "major" parties to disestablish and for people to be given true information unfiltered through party doctrine and the "they" of censorship. Time we stopped worrying about a wall and worry about the unborn voters that are killed for convenience sake. How about you young people begin doing what us old people forgot about and self-discipline yourselves. Choose bravely to forgo the risk of sexually transmitted diseases. I have always felt adoption was the better option over killing a higher lifeform. The only time I agree with abortion is when the child poses and extremely dangerous situation to the mother and there is a very great risk of the mother dying in the process as well as the baby. What I call the right of preexistant life to continue. No child has a right to end a mother's life and I mean the physical life, not the lifestyle. There are extreme circumstances that aren't addressed here, but they are rare enough to not be addressed in this missive.  

Here at The Hollow we are just waiting for winter to get it's fill of Cajun hospitality and haul its tukas back over the Canadian border. Then we gonna see about a visit to Cocodrie.....

* Naval expression that I am trying to remove from my mental processing but DC is making it nearly impossible.↫💫↬



Tuesday, January 01, 2019

A New Year Begins

Happy New Year, Y'all

Once again the calendar goes around. Once again we have a chance to do things right. Once again I think that without a miracle from The Creator we will fumble again and not promote real peace and real love, as God has shown us. But we can if we will. Choose to make a difference and you can see His hand at work. Choose to be nice to each other and just maybe you can understand the feeling of doing what is right. Help where you can. Pray where you cannot help. Examine you motives whatever the situation and give God the glory every time.

Jus' sayin'

Cosmic Charley