]]<(-in odd places, the World Song gets refreshed, from
We live in what appears to be a very confusing
time. Trump et.al. etc. Hard to find people who
can see the other’s point of view very well, in a Nation
whose citizens have been professionally divided against each
other for many years. The following is a small effort
to increase understanding, spiced with whatever outrageous
thoughts wandered by. If you don’t read this, you will
An America-Song (part one of ?????) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-QFj59PON4
Ender’s Game Redux: “The enemies’ gate is down”.
and “I can’t beat him until I understand him, by loving him
... then I completely destroy him” (Ender)
“In order for the idea living in the object of
knowledge to draw near enough to be perceived by the act of
cognition, which is a creative act, we must love that object
which we seek to know. We can have an interesting
discussion of the act of cognition, or of what and how
“ideas” arise, but in spite of our epistemological
beliefs/philosophy, the fact remains that for there to be a
“generative” act in cognition, its root must be the
intention to love the object of thought.”
]:][ which a lot of folks are sort of doing all the
time, we just never study it, or - shall we say - very often
try to do <“self-less loving perception”> of people we
strongly dislike. If we like them, its easier.
Old wisdom. Time honored. Not always a smooth
ride, unless - you know: <the Beam in your own eye>
]]]-[ The Artist Of The Deal> - Trump’s new/old Way
of Doing America’s “business”? ]-[[[
Scholars of various kinds, myself included, have
argued against the “political idea”, that America should be
run like a business. We, followers of that meme, have
(at least, I must so confess) ... I/We misunderstood what a
“government” is, for much of how government does what it
does, requires endless compromises and “deals”. The
term “business” itself is very flexible in its meanings,
such as “give him the business”, where “business” in this
instance does not mean be nice to “him”.
We know America is, if we are honest, an Oligarchy -
“a small group of people having control”: Not a
democracy. Eisenhower warned us, and we did not heed
that warning. All the same, this <Oligarchy “group”
thing> is not very good at what It does, being mostly led
by their common errant psychological (and “blood”)
traits. In our time it is hard to form a real
cabal, when the dogs at the top of the heap are equally as
good at being nasty, including not playing well with
others. Mr. T fits that profile nicely, and he seems
to be on vacation from the taxing “business” of the Trump
Empire, and has chosen to save us all from ... whatever we
fear, I guess. Everything will work out fine, if we
but do all that he says. He says he’s smart, so trust
Mutual interests will often create temporary
associations, but some kind of top down club running
everything is a fiction. Not to say there are not
those who try, and even believe they succeed. This
World gives us a lot of Ways to get lost in illusions.
>}> It is also amazing how little history is
known today. I apologize if this is repetitious,
but Today grew out of a rather complicated “context”, so
much so that Today is imprinted with the context.
Observing the context then illuminates past echoes in
Today. Today, ... well it is itself, isn’t it, - a
place where the Past was buried. Let us do some recent
historical archeology then ... shall we?
The military-industrial complex is the metaphorical
axle of the complex “wheel” of government. America
very much needed - if it was to survive the calamities of
the first half of the 20th Century - a strong military, and
a vigorous productive economy. Given that WWII was
preceded by the Great Depression, America was blessed as the
‘50‘s began a period of long term positive economic
growth. Nobody sat down and said: lets do this.
The “complex” just happened as a natural result of shared
ambitions, coupled with questionable morals.
And YES, that era of the 50‘s was certain to pass, for
a number of “reasons”, only a few of them having to do with
voters who are too happy to pay attention, and who
kept sending ambitious idiots to DC, slowly diluting the
general intelligence of that whole, already small-minded,
wannabe City. D.C. is not a great City, in the sense
that New York or Chicago or San Francisco are. For the
wheelers and dealers, it is a temporary place to stay while
seeking an advantage.
Politics is <The Game of “Deals”>.
Constant deal-games in play. To make and unmake laws,
for purposes not always obvious.
D.C. is where different sides of a law-making “issue”
gather for “questions” which are then debated according to
rules so arcane God would have trouble following the
fore-play. Then, the “deal” is made - but out of
sight, and free of the need for any keeping of
records. After which, press conferences are called to
order - by various “sides” -, with not one of these
“legislature-folk” more than Playacting with Obtuse
Abstractions - the blah blah blah of politics as
usual. The Media, dutifully, asks no questions
that might get in the Way of the next episode of this type
of legislative show-time <a politician in front of
microphones Event, in congressional hallways>, both Media
and Play-actors helping as much as possible to obscure what
it all really means.
Later, at the White House, another, more elaborate,
ceremony: The Signing the legislation “into
law”. Much ado about pens, who is next to who, and in
Washington has settled into a dirty-minded low-class
playing field (the Founders are ashamed), where it is
incorrectly asserted that the Life of the Earth can be
Carved Up on the Altar of an Illusory Democracy. The
Life of the Earth is fine, we are the ones in danger.
We call these government-types of
<what-it-all-means-games>: politics. If any
“governing is done” that is purely a coincidence. The
‘50‘s became the 60‘s became the ‘70‘s, to infinity and
beyond. Not sure about that last? Beyond
is where America, and the whole world, are these Trumped
Daze. Already insane, the World woke up one morning
with a Trump sized hangover, and no idea what to do about
The Gods and Chance and Fortune made a Play, a very
dramatic Play at that.
There was/is a lot of money to be made, by being, and
or knowing, a mover and shaker in DC. The American
People are often given as the excuses and reasons for acts
of law-making, but you don’t get an Oligarchy without
players-in-hiding getting together and making secret, often
unlawful, side-deals. The 20th Century saw few laws
actually made to really benefit the ordinary American (the
New “Deal”), and a lot of laws made to enable various
<“special”> (as in they think they are more special
than the rest of us) <interests> seek to make wormy
the legislative fruit far before it was ripe.
Then they sell us this wormy/moldy half-dead set of laws,
all the while singing Hallelujah, and praise the Lord.
On top of which they have the gall to spend billions
(extracted through fear, from us) ... Billions every two and
four years telling us what an idiot the other guy is, and
how perfect they are. Everything political is the
latest greatest best of all worlds pie in the sky
intoxicant, and for some completely suicidal reasons,
we-the-people drink this Kool-Aid over and over again.
Not to say we like its taste. We are just too fucking
busy raising the children and creating the wealth, to have
the time to deal with the constant parade of lying idiots
actually wanting to go to Washington D.C., and poke their
noses into everyone else’s business, while having the gall
to charge you for their interference.
Americans went to Big War twice, in the 20th Century,
because they believed it was the right thing to do.
These were semi-volunteer Armies. Then our political
and economic leaders got adventurous, flushed with a success
that completely came from the blood of others.
Intoxicated on power, we did a test run in Korea, and then
on the pretext of an anti-communist global political danger,
we had McCarthyism: a dark ritual of fear, which helped us
keep alive the Frankenstein War Machine: A cultural mask
hiding the institutional birth of permanent
[ a side-note: After WWII, and the trials of war
crimes in Japan, (there is a good movie) it was the Military
that were put to death, while the Emperor and several
politicians survived. ]
J. F. Kennedy gets in the way of whatevers, and he’s
gone. L. B. Johnson is seduced in Vietnam, mostly
because his main focus was on getting Civil Rights
legislation passed. Next, the anti-Vietnam War
movement enters from stage Left, and sadly starts blowing
things up - mostly metaphorically. You attack a bully,
when maybe to not do so is prudent, but you “feel” the
“wtf-anyway need”, so “destroy the “system” becomes the
flavor of the day.
The American political Left went to war against the
Establishment, over free speech, civil rights, and, !!! to
try to kill a “draft” driven army war machine that kills us
without honor anymore - most were/did not volunteer.
Lots of good movies here, especially those by Oliver Stone.
Reacting to the Left, the American establishment (Left
and Right) turns to the Right in the ‘60‘s, ‘70‘s and
‘80‘s. The engine of the economy serves not just
industry, but international corporations. The State,
as an expectable long-lived autonomous entity, starts to get
eaten by fast-tracked Trade Agreements. The people
take a back seat, and their status as Wage Slaves becomes
increasingly obvious. An International Corporate
Empire, using central banking (constantly printing fake
money) as a lever everywhere, loans money, in a predatory
way, to smaller countries to use to modernize, and at the
same time the central banks loan/create money for the
outside corporations to use in making <drum roll>:
“deals”. Poorly governed “countries” are easy
prey for unscrupulous wealth.
Deals are the moxie of Money. Which is more
important, in the Art of the Deal: the Artist, or the
Deal? If people have an interest in the Artist,
or their Art, what will they see? “Getting your moxey
on, is the same as putting your brave hat on, it’s getting
the confidence up to do something.” Urban Dictionary.
[[[ Moxie is also a false face. The Hair’s moxie is
cracking, and he is making it up, all of it - on the
fly. He is about to free-fall, like Wiley E. Coyote,
missing a turn and going so far off the Cliff of Realty,
there is no there there, beneath him. ]]]
Accidental or not, the Wage Slaves in Plantation
America, are Distracted by having the teat end of the
cornucopia of the world, spilling endless supplies of mostly
not too nutritious food onto their dinner tables; while
being Dreamed by the most amazing fantasy creation film and
television community in the world. Bad food weighs
down the light of the Mind, while fake dreams help you
pretend your life is sane. The American Empire (the
warmongering military industrial complex) steals a page from
Roman History and tries to give us bread and circuses.
All the same, George Lucas did not just write and
direct and give birth to Star Wars, he invented new stuff to
use in making this kind of art. See, the American
Empire is neither Rome, nor are we pre-Hitler
Germany. Americans are Makers. The
sun-spirit runs through our hands and into and onto the
world. Even hands poised over keyboards. Art can
only come from the heart, and the fact that commerce finds
itself dependent upon Art, shows that in this battle with
the Scourge of Hair, Art is already winning. “No!” has
been said, and we said it. The press made it official
by actually saying <liar, liar, hair on fire>,
although years too late and as out of touch as usual.
Meanwhile, the Lords and Ladies of our “betters” can’t
keep their collective pants zipped, and more and more their
excesses become public. Hair opens some doors to the
creepy wealthy, and like California giant yellow slugs they
gather in the Swamp, which Hair asserts he is there to drain
(of money, obviously).
Meanwhile, and more and more, we notice our food is
literally crap. Well, ... not natural “crap” like
compost, but un-natural crap like artificial fertilizers and
We get sicker and sicker, and between corporate spin,
and a completely missing ability to just do basic thinking
in our Media, we get blamed for being sick. Got to eat
right you too fat Americans, and please at every
opportunity, buy cheap “shit” (that’s metaphorical) that is
broken when arrives, and come to our Nice Malls, where we
have lined up for your pleasure a most remarkable collection
of the “bright-shinny-new”, and while shopping: Eat,
eat, eat, and eat some more.
The whole commercial advertising industry is designed
to get us to act against our own best interests - all the
time. Yet somehow, according to the
eat-right-diet-police (including a lot of well off doctors,
insurance companies, etc.) ordinary people need to muscle up
that WTF, so as to not get suckered in by the onslaught of
advertising that has inroads everywhere. We should
What is the Trump Event? The Giant, that
crawled over all the bodies in the Clown Car, is “a” Master
of Lies (not the Father of Lies, that Dude is far more
subtle). Not “the” Master, but “a” Master, who
is not nearly as good as he thinks he is.
Overconfident, he has decided he has the chops to take on
the Cruel and Heartless who possess nukes for toys, and
bluff his Way to dominance. Keep in mind: From his
point of view, The Trump Event is about him, not us.
Trump is trying to play “Checkers”, with a mind that
is all Thumbs, against folks whose intellectual cultural
toys were the games of Chess and Go.
He remembers the ‘50‘s, with its Doris Day romantic
comedies, and every home has a Frigidaire. That’s the
America that WAS great. Simpler times. Also,
Hugh Hefner “appears”, and the Donald has his role model for
what it means to be a “man”. One of the important
factors to understand, is that we too: Need ask what
“cultural” influences become aspects of the dreams and
hopes, which fuel <our> fantasy ambitions. We
make the guide map of our life’s direction, with imagining
ourselves being some or another variation of a
celebrity-deity we admire: James Bond.
Olivia Newton John. Elvis. Tupac.
Sheldon. Sherlock, and (my personal favorite): I am
Sometimes our dream-leaders are smaller: The cop on
the corner who paid attention. The teacher who stayed
after school to help a 14 year old learn to read.
For decades Trump plays/watches from the sidelines, as
politicians ruin America. Rules and regulations
always getting in the way of “deals”. Trump imagines
he can do better. He plays with that image of
himself for years. In 2015, or thereabouts, he decides
to go for it. He is actually smarter than the other
members of the “clown car”, mostly because he shuns
ideology, for whatever words and ideas he needs to say to
close the “deal”. Lies are the tool of the salesman,
just as lies are the main tool of the politician. Not
committed to GOP ideology and faux “seriousness”, Trump is
free to say anything, which he does to great applause.
He is many other things as well, not all of them
pleasant. He’s throwing out rules right and left, and
people, who like all painting to be inside the lines, are
getting disturbed. Forced by the campaign to
articulate themes, he, already a well-practiced showman,
shines, and the Media can’t get enough of him, despite his
“If it bleeds, it leads” is a cliche describing which
story comes first in a News half-hour. Trump learned
quickly, that the Media would bite on any red-meat idiocy he
threw in their direction. He trained them well, and
still Today, whenever the Hair floats a good one over where
they lurk, up they jump to take the bait.
Money is fun to play with. Helps to be staked
before getting into your first Game of Deals. Charm
and clever with words a needed art. Selling, and
Buying a quick step dance, often requiring considerable
mental agility. Trump, like other billionaire New
Yorkers, was low class trash - not a blue blood. The
City that never sleeps, also never misses a chance to
snub. All those fancy balls and stuff: wealth showing
He can appear on the surface to be a “Republican”, but
those folks are just a means to an end. He wants to be
in charge, and have a chance to Do It Right. In his
photo-op first day in office, he signed an order that
disavowed that latest Treaty-Game, TPP.
This running as fast as possible away from
Trade-Treaties is what the Left actually wanted, and Hillary
would not concede as necessity - part of the issues that
split the Democrat voters. Nixon went to China, and on
his first day in Office, Trump tells international money
that he is here to Play, and Win. The TPP is part of
the “banker’s-game”, and Hillary their queen’s-pawn.
Change for the good is happening, but like in any
living body (which a Society surely is), the arising of
gross symptoms, calling for medicine, appears at first to be
ugly. In a very real sense, for a Society and Culture
to gain future health, after periods of grave disharmony,
... such a Society will begin by appearing sicker.
Otherwise we never try hard enough. This time, in
words sort of Yoda-ish: “Don’t try, do.”
Trump’s isolationism is necessary. Whether his
reasoning and understanding is academically eloquent, or
not, his gut is right. Mega-international corporations
have been using the American Military, as their surrogate
enforcer, when such types of “moves” were required.
Iraq was threatening to abandon the dollar as the “reserve
currency” for oil. So, recently, was Venezuela.
Our Media does’t bother with details, forgetting the
folk wisdom: God is in the details.
View it from this direction: As the 20th Century
developed, governments all over the world continued to use
“diplomats”. Diplomats do not just try to stop wars,
but each foreign Embassy, has economic, cultural, military,
CIA et. advisers - built on a crucial agreement: the Embassy
is Foreign Territory. And, of course, diplomats
constantly make deals. We’ve seen the films and the TV
Many diplomats, as individuals, come from the wealthy
of the world. They know how money works, and they know
who the money-masters are. The whole of the world’s
diplomatic “culture” is a weird mixture of theater and lying
to each others face, just as is politics at home.
Trump’s been giving that group of folks a wake-up
call. Overly sympathetic people probably bought the
News-meme that Trump’s: <letting all the Obama diplomats
go at once> - was mean and terrible and stupid.
Internationally, it was an excellent move, because it was an
“action”, not just some words (the tools of diplomats),
which move said: the old way of “doing business” is
over. Take me seriously when I say all “deals” are up
for renegotiation, and the America I run is not going to pay
for stuff other people should pay for.
Is Trump to be our designated cheapskate? Do we
need one? Do we need to No Longer be the go-to answer
for every problem in the world?
The classic knee-jerk liberal wants to go save
everyone in the world, and for sure expects his/her
government to do that. Fortunately we Americans don’t
have the mojo. Not our skill-set. In point of
fact, it never was. Nor should we even expect this:
<The world to be saved>. America is the
dream-model of where you can go, and with hard work, and
minding your own business, you just might save
yourself. Saving everyone else? ... as all of us
know, via our own bad-habits: a pipe dream. Or not.
Trump’s American fantasy of an endless ‘50‘s of money,
deals and sex, died a long time ago. That didn’t stop
him. He just turned his “name” into cash. Here’s
what makes him and his Gang = “reactionary”: The
present scares the shit out of the Trump Mob, and they are
trying to drag us backwards, by going fast-forwards off of a
cliff. Government by the noise of Tweet and Executive
Order. Noise, ... because the whole things is, for our
Mr. T: show business.
The world is a very strange place, very strange.
Keep in mind, that the Gods (allegedly) have historically,
pre-historically, and mythologically, used Fools as
Tools. So, the Gods (nice to have someone else to
blame, right?) gave us not just a magnetic (to some)
businessman, whose own business “show” (campaign of lies)
got the better of the politicians “show” (campaign of
lies). The Gods gave us just the right sort of maniac,
to be just as maniacal as the endless supply of leaders of
countries, from whom we’ve been hiding under the rhetorical
bed, while waiting for “America” to fix it.
Actually ... Trump having no fixed ideology is very
Zen. Do we know if he read Alan Watts in his youth?
My latest New Yorker magazine, has a long article on
rich people joining the rush of doomsday preppers, looking
for a way out of the coming zombie apocalypse. Sorry
to tell you folks, we were all infected just prior to birth,
with just enough anal stupidity, to never change our minds
until it is clearly too late. There is no vaccine for
head in the sand stupidity.
Yet, ... don’t you feel it? The women are
marching, and they are not wearing jackboots, but “pussy
hats”. No reason a “revolution” can’t also be a
party, with the “tea” in this case being: grass, weed, dope,
pot, marijuana, or Ganja I’n I initiation/convocation.
Think about it: The war on drugs was really
between old bald white men, who liked alcohol and sexy
girls; and, young people tired of bullshit, while kicking
back out and trying to keep out of everyone’s Way - the
hurry up, and get me mine: folks. The young won the
essential battles of the Culture Wars. The young
always do, ‘cause the old farts are always dying off.
Where did Sander’s folks come from? The main intoxicant of
cultural leaders in America is no longer a depressant (Frank
Sinatra, hat tilted back, with a cigarette dangling from a
lip, and a small glass of Bourbon in his hand).
Bob Marley sang his Way High, and the world
noticed. The culture changed and now seeks a
“high”, while as an additional benefit: Mother Nature made
the stinky weed to grow anywhere. Serious Medicine,
multiple levels, now becoming free (sort of).
Don’t have the money to pay? Thievery is risky
of unintended consequences.
The core of the main battle-in=the-grass is
agricultural. Will businesses rule, or can everyone
cultivate their own?
Black/Brown - all flavors of folk - are pushing back
on their fronts too: The cellphone generation makes serious
movies of grievous acts. When bad shit happens to
ordinary people, you don’t always have to call anyone but a
friend, because our social network skips below the radar of
authorities, and 50 people show up to help change a
tire. Very terrible events create the ceremony of lit
candles and mementos. People come and meet and share
the woes of another dreadful act, done to a people that is
really getting more and more tired of dreadful acts.
Americans stir on their seas of troubles, and draw together
for mutual help.
Trump is not paying attention, at all. We -
regular Americans - are an encamped army of grandmothers and
children, whose fates belongs to our free
determination. There are more children than
Republicans, or Democrats, and they are going to be
watching. While these little ones grow up, they do,
and will have, very fierce guardians.
Women are coming, not just Winter. We are not
inside his Country, he is inside Ours. We Own him, not
the reverse. We own the naming of his meaning as
president. Words, social media, cultural power sources
- will offer an infinity of wicked poems - of various
sorts. Our future history will not Judge him to be or
not to be <correct>, as Bush II hoped would happen,
because that history is being written Now, by the endless
supply of certain shocking displays of Trump’s far too many
psychological rascal-selves. One of Newton’s
Laws, seems applicable. “For every action, there is an
equal and opposite reaction.”
He ran for President and (apparently
unexpectedly/stupidly) discovered that Yes I will be the
Center of Attention, even when Tweeting: ... Although not
quite having anticipated the true measure of the ATTENTION,
which is a Wall tougher than you/Trump can imagine, and you,
motherfucker, ended up in Our Prison.
Legal restraints are pliable, sort of. Social
restraint seems to be a no-show, if you are crud/crude
enough. Except, Now: Trump is inside the most
scrupulously observed glass house, ever was devised, and
Everybody Is Watching. Expect a lot of “working
vacations” near a golf course, which he owns, and each will
in turn have to have its security upgraded, with all the
perks that goes with that.
<Excessive Wealth> seeks all manner of
justifications, for it is constantly in Its face - that if
you have servants, then you are pretending to be better than
they, and in front of the Eyes of God no less, who made it
“It is easier to get a camel through the eye of a
needle, than for a rich man to get into heaven.”
Although, as regards Gods and such, it is even more
important there to learn to read the “fine” (sometimes even
illuminated) print. Those who are cheating us, by
making us all tricked by what they hid in “fine print”, will
find themselves, in life after life, seeking out the Fine
Print of Life, where it has always been: The Most Useful
When the Press recently anointed him (>finally:
exhausted sigh<) “A Liar!”, it was done.
Over. There are and will be fools to line up and
pretend with him, but a liar lives a life always digging his
grave, and pre-writing the head stone: http://www.thegrandmotherwar.com/
The truly odd aspect to this, is that he is Our
There is a feeling “wandering about the land” ... a
sort of a feeling-meme ... not so much infectious, but a
kind of cord, or notes - a music, great tides
everywhere. So many different minds and hearts
repelled, by false difference, and h/old habits and
tastes. Can there be a rebellion, without
rebels? We are seriously divided, and without a doubt
facing the Greatest Test of our short History: A house
divided against itself will not stand.
Breathe and take a theme-brake: Tom Brady and
friends, did a wicked neat thing. Practiced a
lot. The Citizens of the US of A will have to do a
full reboot of their Republic, or Drown in the
Confusion. We’ve practiced a lot too.
If we fail to heal the social divisions, by ourselves
- the Political Parties have no interest - it gains them
nothing “useful” - all the worst fears the Trump Event
evoked, will come to pass.
So far, we are not Allepo. Maybe-eventually
nuclear dust, but not done to us, as we are doing to
others. Go ahead: Eat, drink, and be merry, for
Tomorrow is almost certain to be more
“interesting”:<thinks Spock>. Trouble is
coming. Winter is Coming. Women are coming.
We are Spartacus, and Snowden, and Manning, and we
yearned to be with Standing Rock.
Unless we are Heartlanders. If so, we lost the
culture wars, and hedonism, moral depravity, lack of
character, and wealth, drove us to our knees. We lost
jobs, homes, towns, farms, children to foreign wars, and
basically were Used as a tool by GOP politicians who really
didn’t care for “our” issues. Although, the GOP was
pretty good at scaring folk, or buying them off - as needed.
The “liberal elite” is real. They may have
dreams, but what apartment dweller, working and living high
above ground, has the guts to try to wrest a living from the
land. The amount these smart-asses think they know is
nothing compared to the skills which made the “breadbasket”,
that was America, so fruitful - whether or not the true
farmer was slowly being eradicated by creeping agricultural
industrialism. We can’t afford “kal”, nor do we have a
taste for such, plain living being a well known
virtue. Meat and Potatoes, when we have the meat or
What’s left of our communities, is being eaten by a
wave of neglect seldom seen, riding polluted seas, on which
floats poisons, such as meth, heroin, oxycodone, -
Washington D.C. has not kept its promises to Any Of Us.
Here, in the Heartland, at any rate. Of course
we wanted our past-remembered back - the better days.
Hair said it, and we swooned. We were Great - the
Fathers and Mothers of the Baby Boomers, and then hippies
and rock and new age frippery, gnawed away, stealing hearts
and minds with the siren song of Other Places. And if
you can’t get the money from McD’s to go to Tibet,
much less enough for a bus-ticket out of town, at least you
have enough to get high for a while/waiting for a change of
Trump was our only available champion in a world gone
morally mad, where the New Atheists treat our Faith as
without any value at all, when it is precisely what keeps us
sane in an overly profane world. Of course the
Heartland is not perfect, but walk in our shoes for a while.
Religion and Science do not need to be at War with
Each Other. However, that’s on “them” that don’t want
to accept the obvious: Both are Right, exactly as Art
Which also means, those <Heart-landers>, being
so despised by
<will get the Last Laugh on the God story>. Even
scientists will turn on, and devour, Big Bang Cosmology-type
Ideas of Out-There, and their soul-less cousin:
Neo-Darwinian Evolution about: Near Here.
So, avoiding more diversions: What do any of us need
to do about Liar, Liar, Hair on Fire, ... the “we” that is:
left, right, center, underground, far out, Bibled or not,
but certainly needing to A) Eat and Drink; B) Have some
shelter against the vagaries of whether or not
weather. And: C) Good company if wished. Left
alone if wanted.
We Own America, the Republic, the Dream. The
land? That, we stole. We also Own
Ourselves. If WE decide to make sure everyone here
gets at the least: A, B, and C, we don’t need to use
Washington D.C. or Wall Street to show us how to do
that. It is time for the American Citizen to Grow
Up. Stop depending on greedy, hateful, lying folks, to
deliver any scheme that wasn’t not the next best greatest
By the Way, the Greatest Generation is not here,
yet. Sadly. They could arrive. Hard to
say: How goes the psychological-soul weather-social:
whether-weather? What’s the forecast? ...
There are Signs and Portents. Serious Signs and
Portents. Signs and Portents demanding our
attention. One or two of them might even be reading
Trump and, the just like him: Fiendish Freaky-Friends
<running forwards, facing backwards> ::: that’s one
Sign. Nature, of Course - the Mother of all Signs and
Portents, is trashing the whole Planet, but only where there
are authentically enlightened minds (or trans-editions) Does
the Real Meaning-Weight <of the
Spiritual-in-Nature’s-Commentary> Become Understood.
Schools, mostly, steal magic from the souls of
children. Without the idea of magic also being real,
no one sees anything true. But that open sore is a
whole other battlefield.
Standing Rock was a Ceremony that saved us all from
the savagery the Inauguration ceremony sought to
suggest. A heedless, and proud, defiant man: the
latest version of General Custer, is planning to steal for
himself, and his “kind”, anything that is not nailed down.
Mr. no-use-for-the-truth takes an oath no sane person
expects him to honor. That’s the “heart” of the
Inauguration, which takes place in a city of too many
“official” devils. Standing Rock, involved
healing and kneeling. While accepting with grace our
That, Oath, Can Not Stand. That person tryingly
dominating “our” public “eye” can not stand. So Lady
Gaga at the Super Bowl half-time show, keeps the questions
alive, her Way. The Rebellion already happening
means: Waves of Ways of Change. We don’t need a
movement, we already are: Out of Many, One
Standing Rock’s Sign is its Name, but a Name that was
lived by millions, whether in space, or in their
hearts. A human being stands in front of a tank in
China. Another stands, not just in the face of the
CIA, but in the face of the even more scary NSA, and ends up
hiding - seemingly - with the “enemy”.
What’s more dangerous than an Artist with
money? Women, on the move, ... We actually
rule here, we American Citizens still unsatisfied and
wanting even More Change? Change yourself, Change the
style of your art, dance, humor, truth, and: shall we, at
the same time, make three or four agreements, should that
The Citizen’s Question is this: What do I tolerate
before I act, and upon choosing to act, how shall I act?
So, try this: Washington D.C. is an
under-an-outhouse, where really bad stinky ideas maybe get
composted. Its a really big outhouse, as anyone can
see, and it even rated some design-work by Freemasons, in
creating the buildings and their symbolism. Words and
Deals grow here. Not, morals or virtue. Too many
temptations to power and money, and most people being - you
know: people - different strokes, except for the unavoidable
fact that these crappy deals affect our lives, and the whole
A town of Temples, surrounded by a city of out of work
underprivileged. Not all that powerful, are they, the
Gods worshiped in those Temples. Not to say nobody
goes there just to be “ambitious”, but doing good is often
in mind, although the maps to what “good” means will vary a
Now the Serious Gods, the Gods of Chance and Fortune,
their towns of Temples are centered in the Far West, and -
obviously - Wall Street. In Tarot, these folks works
are laid out in a story that begins in the last card of the
deck (card 78: the ten of pentacles). Tarot’s best
kept secrets come from reading Her back to front, gently,
taking much care in studying the details. It is after
all, with Her: A love affair.
Of course, few admit their worship of these Gods,
although Trump certainly did. Not sure he understood
them, however. He’s placed a lot of bad bets, cheated
way too much, lied too often, and could not be more
deserving of a Fall. Clearly, they set him up, all the
way. Is there some Grace yet, that will carry him to
Is it entirely possible that this whole stage show is
telling us something, if we are willing to set aside our
-whateverview-, and: look with fresh eye’s inside seeing?
Trump is. Can’t pretend he is not.
Deal with it.
He did and does cause a lot of heartache about which
he has no cares. The well-divided Country holds it
collective breath. Meanwhile, the Gods of Chance and
Fortune put on a show for us recently, a delight beyond
imagining. Not only did the Patriots win the Super
Bowl, making their fans happy, the Gods of Chance and
Fortune, which rule any sport which attracts bets, got to
tell a really great story. A kind of anti-Trump
tale, of human determination to succeed at skills, Trump
knows nothing of.
Trump is the archetypal white male American Playboy,
whose only love is himself. Brady loves a game, and
the nature of the game - the what-you-do-to-win Way, rich
with discipline, intelligence, wisdom and great
companions. When the means are the ends, something
magical happens. Nor does such a concept mean you have
to be perfect. Brady, and his team, spent most of
their time practicing: beating each other up, getting
stepped on, knocked down, and doing amazing choreographed
improve jazz moves with a ball. And then practicing
A wide-receiver does not run a planned route,
according to a time table. He runs a situationally
flexible route, according to what he sees the defense do in
response to his moves, keeping in mind the whole shifting
framework of others, with faith that his team-mates will
also do their jobs, such that: Brady on occasion throws a
pass to a place his wide-receive is not yet, because Brady
trusts the wide-receiver to make the adjustments the
situation calls forth - many minds skillfully in sync.
On any given Sunday, you have many teams, paired up,
putting 22 dancers onto the same field at the same time,
with so much physical contact allowed that they all have to
People used to complain that Baseball was “the”
American Sport, and then came Football, the NFL, and
television to show endless arts of sport, less pastoral than
baseball. After a Century of Wars, we had to admit
that heroes were getting physically hurt, so lets deify one
of those kinds of game/ceremonies from which we gain so much
for our cathartic needs. The world is riskier, so make
the games riskier. Did you notice, or not, the
plethora of teen-oriented fantasy films about young adults
playing deadly games?
Trump thinks he’s an American. He has no clue
whatsoever, as to what an American is, which is: No Artifice
Necessary. Work hard, play by (and master) the rules,
and find a Team with which to Play to win to-gether.
What Team’s in your wallet? The Hair sez nukes
are a toy that needs to be placed on the table. Think
we can trust Trump to quarterback us rightly? Or
Bannon to coach Trump. The abyss beckons. I’ve
heard a rumor, that if the zombie apocalypse comes,
... hmmm, sorry, its a State secret, and by the way it is
not zombies, it is aliens from outer space.
The Moon reaches out.
May the Magic of the Stars
Dust your Dreams, guided by Her Light.