do people who smoke, blowing it in your face, deserve any respect?
when is it right for another person to multiply the possibly of your early death by subjecting you to airborne toxicity?
do companies operating in the USA- who release toxic elements in the air- deserve to be shut down for failing to adhere to the protections for Americans listed in the bill of rights?
i would like to know what you believe, based on rational evidence.
Is anyone else tired of chicken? Not just any chicken, the plain chicken you get in the grocery store that you have to take home and put in the refrigerator. That chicken. That kind of food.
I’m tired of tasteless. My taste buds aren’t 95 years old. I’m not gumming my food. And my cultural inclination- when eating meat- is to embellish it, with or without sauce…
Or seven herbs and spices, the kind the colonel makes. The colonel used to make. The colonel used to have his workers make. After all, he’s dead, and so is his chicken…tortured or untortured…thrown against the wall or not thrown against the wall…Kentucky Fried Chicken, the eighth wonder of the world.
Maybe, in my longing for small, controlled plastic sealed mashed potatoes and gravy, I feel a certain affinity with the rest of the USA. That would make sense, as this Irish boy does not feel at home- some of the time- in this polyglot nation of fast food giants,
Which would make you cook at home most of the time. Which I do. Which is why I am eating fresh ingredients from my refrigerator’s vast domain. Which is why I am getting tired of eating yummy things that are healthy for me. Which is why I drool passing by the aroma of freshly frying chicken. Which is another reason for writing in phrases, breaking all the rules of standard English in one paragraph.
Perhaps, though, there is some truth to those fringe elements, those who have made documentaries of horrific tales of chemical additive addiction. And not just those who religiously read The Weekly world News, but a vast contingent of average, law-abiding citizens.
People like this man….
who claim the colonel adds an addictive chemical making you “cleave fortnightly.” (Mike Myers, So I Married An Axe Murderer)
Nevertheless, I am determined…yes, I have pledged…to drive forty-five minutes to partake in the juicy-seared-goodness of the colonel’s chicken- regardless of that poor chicken’s previous treatment in captivity before succombing to the plucker, the freezer, and trip to the restaurant.
I shall be away for awhile, enjoying my plastic tub of mashed potatoes and gravy, but I shall return soon to eat dinner at home, with or without sauce.
We face a growing problem in The West. An increasingly disturbing range of bulging behemoths spend reckless days before computerized game devices, munching on the joys of high fructose corn syrup, powdered sugar, and genetically modified substances.
Even the United States Military is awash in an epidemic of mastodon-sized munchkins trying to get inside the lean, mean, fighting machine. If recruiters are having trouble finding fit individuals among the epidemic of rotundity, the nation that once thought of itself as “the leaders of the free world,” might just become the leaders of the largest obesity bloc in the world.
Recently, a publication insisted that recent data from reliable sources, claims that Mexico is now the mas grande gordo nation on earth. I’m a bit skeptical about that, but if true, it would prove that exports from the United States do have some effect on the wonderful people of Mexico. Alas, it must also mean that the donut invasion of Mexico is complete, with remarkable success.
I have personally experienced the wonders of overindulgence in the powdery realm (There is nothing like working in a donut factory and getting to take all-you-can-carry bags of day old donuts home for the freezer, and the rest of the growing clann). So, in remembrance of those days, and in honor of the mastodonian growth of our local populace, I have penned a most wonderfully bad bit of poetry for the occasion.
O, how do I love thee?
Let me count the glaze…
waft so gently, waft so softly
O, waft, stuffed filled
with creme,
through the air, through the store
with a grand passion supreme-
O Donut, Sweet Donut,
For thee, I do declare
I owe you my happiness
for the dark chocolate eclair.
In your wax paper bags
In your cardboard boxes galore
you tempt me so tenderly
like waves crashing on the shore
let me drown’d in your aroma
let me dance on floured floor
O Donut, Sweet Donut,
Tis only you I adore.
What can you do with a 100,000 dollar helicopter missing a wing? Or, a Humvee with no engine block? How about 100 Reagan-era bayonets? Apparently, you can use them in a small town police force, even if the only dangerous criminal in town is a seasonal visitor. That’s the beauty of the US Department of Defense downsizing program, an operation that gives millions of dollars of equipment to police departments all across the USA.
Unfortunately, according to recent press investigations, there are very few inspections or audits of police departments getting the materials. Some states have inspectors/auditors in place, however, whole states have had no individual to track these giveaways.
As one who has done farm and forestry inspections to check for adherence to a state government program’s specifications, it is amazing to me that we physically inspected properties to determine the details of farm use per acre while this giveaway program has no reliable record of inspections, nor a posse of inspectors to verify that Sheriff Sam isn’t getting nuclear warheads, hundreds of refrigerators, or thousands of boxes of government-issued gym shorts.
I’m not saying I should be the one inspecting these police departments. That should be someone the government hires who understands the regulations and who has a working knowledge of what police departments actually need. It would also help departments receive valuable materials to fight crime rather than receive more oscillating fans than a WalMart in Texas.
Or, the US government could ship all non-weapons materials to towns and cities where the government could do what everyone else (in the non-coastal areas) does- have a giant yard sale.
What do you think?
I submit to you that that are many people out there who do not love anyone, not even themselves.
Recently, I read a short news article reporting about the multiple rape of a thirteen year old girl by a posse of illegal immigrants. It sickened me…however, I did not have the full story- not until a friend sent me a video of Glenn Beck.
I’m not a conservative, nor a liberal, I am a follower of Christ. My main concerns are not political, they are spiritual, and because of that, social. In fact, I don’t agree with Glenn Beck’s religious views either.
But what Beck revealed was, as Paul Harvey used to say, “the rest of the story.” And that left me even more perplexed, because when you reflect on such a horrific act- a thirteen year old raped by fourteen men, it is nauseating.
But what is more nauseating is when I ponder on what has happened in this sin-sick country. Great numbers of individuals are living like animals, so driven by sin that evil is glorified, and wrong celebrated.
And while innocents are raped and abused, egocentric women, vacuous in their thinking, arrange for the death of innocent babies God ordained to be created…a great proportion of wives leave their husbands, flaunting the sacred covenant of marriage in God’s face, because they are sexually depraved, narcissistic in their “beauty”- as Lucifer was before his fall (satan), and reject God…
…and then there are men, without wisdom, driven to act unnaturally because they reject the will of God and in rebellion rise up against the things of God…men who long to be wicked, violent, embracing death as a friend, and seeking to control and strangle life, not to love…
…and yet, there is a remnant. A small remnant. A chorus of people who seek the good, not what is evil. A group seeking to serve God and serve men, women, and all God’s children.
Today is the day of Salvation. Choose this day whom you shall serve…life or death.
For, as the great Bob Dylan sang, “you’re gonna have to serve somebody.”
10. Too many movies based on an overuse of green screens.
9. No creativity, it has all been done before. Besides, I’m not into comic books, I’ve grown up.
8. Some stuff is so weird, you wonder what drugs they were on. What’s up with Johnny Depp’s Lokai-like face- Star Trek, 1969?
7. How bad can it be when Hollywood experts are calling “Pacific Rim” a potential blockbuster? It has all the characteristics of Godzilla Versus The Smog Monster.
6. Can we get some real actors, please (other than Depp, who got through it somehow)
5. Morals? What morals?
4. Politically correct. “The Jerk” (1979) was a funny movie and classic, today “they” would be terrified to release such a picture.
3. I can watch over 70% of every Doctor Who episode…the classic ones with comic genius Tom Baker are still so much fun after the third or fourth viewing. You can’t say that about much of anything made in the past year (The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey was the last decent movie I have seen)
2. The Hobbit- Desolation of Smaug- isn’t out yet
1. Life is so much more interesting than this current crop of epic fails. Maybe if Hollywood produced more stuff like “I am Gabriel,” “End of the Spear,” and “The Hobbit,” we’d have something worth going to see.
So…apparently only one person liked my off-the-wall humor. Sad. We live in a sad little world today.
Get on the news and all you see is racism plastered across the screens. Black and white. How absurd! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we are all colored people. It is sin that makes people focus on a person’s worth based on skin color.
Some of the ruling establishment is attempting to stir up racism as a means to an end. A divided house or divided country is weak, and putty in the hands of men and women seeking control over it. If you seek the truth, it is time to turn off the fixated lawsuit happy/court room television crazy waste and get into the Word of God…it is only there that you will find purpose, be uplifted, and be just.
In a time when government is invading lives, it is better for one man to expose that invasion than for others to suffer injustice and a continuing erosion of human rights. While the world struggles with its own problems, one man, Edward Snowden, has been bold and heroic in revealing the truth about an out-of-control government mirroring images of Orwell’s 1984. All citizens of the Americas and the world should recognize Snowden as a David against a Goliath, pray for his safety and life, and consider him more loyal a servant to his own country than anyone in the corrupted unconstitutionally operated government that seeks his arrest at this very moment.
The news makes me tired. Really. I read from line to line, looking for something positive, but no, it’s like a whirlwind of despair has struck the heart of America, and Europe, for that matter. Maybe it is different in parts of Asia, South America, and Africa (and of course, Australia, New Zeeland, and everywhere else), but the news does seem awfully depressing around here.
And that is why I put down my newspaper, walked away from the internet news screens, and found a nice little book to reconnect with what is good in the world. I had to travel in my mind over a hundred years back, but the story helped me recover some sense of relaxation. Unfortunately, that cannot be said of most of the rest of America and Europe, both sporting recent polls showing a growing class of maladjustment within their citizens.
The Maladjusted, or the Depressed Class, reflects a group of citizens sharing three things in common- a state of “uncontrollable” depression or despair, an inability to cope with the status quo, and a daily or near daily regimen of anti-depressant drug use that includes some of the most dangerous mentally altering drugs available.
Considering how potentially dangerous this is to the rest of us, it is a much lighter thing to discuss North Korean aggression or other current political alarms. Countries are much larger unwieldy entities, but individuals, like the Boston Marathon Bombers, are much more tangibly destructive.
That is why I believe the medical community should revisit the prescription of so many of these hallucinagenic drugs being used to “fight” depression. So many of them cause suicide and destruction, that each drug merits more study. I am not a doctor, but I know what I see- too many people living on the edge with edgy medicines that make them less able to cope than they were before “treatment.”
Still, it is even worse to mix a depressed state with a misguided agenda. For those who believe in exalting death or who distrust every social convention around them, the maladjusted become an even more toxic cocktail.
So, if you are going to have socialized medicine of any kind within a nation, it would be rational to make a greater attempt to find better mental health care solutions for depressed patients, using treatments that work and do not exacerbate the problem.
I welcome your thoughts/comments on this….
or…”Ode to a lovely field of mud.”
yonder pile of fetid mud,
so tender to the touch
contains the thatch remains
I must tend to very much.
I have no time for politics
no lengthy words or speech
my life is tied up with the mud
not in the words I’d preach.
Though I stand against the wicked sky
and stand against the rain
the filth remains my trusted friend
the place I will remain.
For I am just a man with plow
with furrowed face and ground
keeping busy on the Massa’s land
‘ere he come and mow me down.
with apologies again to those lovely white birds in the sky. I really don’t see them. I know they don’t really exist, because master has said they don’t exist. but…maybe I did hear one, yes, I am sure the ground shook….but there wasn’t a pilot, so…but it doesn’t exist, so I’ll just go back to my pile of mud and talk about the autonomous collective and who is in charge tomorrow….
The Lost Kerryman 