What are you doing here? The NY Times tells us today was canceled [likely due to butt cheek fatigue, we've all been trying not to shit ourselves as the crisis deepened and we realized we had the worst person/party possible in charge of containing it.]
But that's life, isn't it? While we are capable of astonishing precision when we focus on the work at hand yet most of the time we are amazed that our slap-dash methods work at all.
Today's title reflects the mood of the planet. The projected quarter of a million US casualties would be insignificant when compared to the fifty million of the Spanish flu in 1918 when the estimated global population was a single billion.
To creatures that spend most of their lives in the world of 'I', the non-existent 'we can't seem to get past the idea that the horror show we call capitalism threatens to bankrupt the planet for the third time in as many decades.
We 'used to' plan for the future but the more for me crowd found reducing redundancy more profitable than planning ahead.
Life is full of riddles and one of them is a callous disregard for priorities. According to the statistics I am the only person that reads what I share, is that not the summit of self-delusion?
I wrestle with the divide, are my priorities warped [compared to those of my peers] or are people uninterested in self-preservation? [Pet hobby horse, people are to wrapped up in themselves to pay attention to the larger picture. The old-time expression for this is having one's head up one's backside. I'm offering free anal-optorectomys!]
How much is too much? Like the lottery one has to play if one wants to win because the opposite is also true, you can't win if you don't play.
Should I keep my, er, opinions to myself? No growth in that strategy and serious danger as well. If the dog doesn't bark, what good is it?
So like a junkyard dog whose owner is laying in excrement soaked bedclothes, too sick to see what the commotion is all about, I bark to anyone paying attention.
This is MY blog and you came to visit ME.
I can't make you think but maybe I can tear your eyeballs away from the meaningless drivel just long enough to become concerned.
Overpopulation is only manageable through unity. There is more than noise here, there are answers as well.
We (meaning all of us) have to stop following the lead of the self-serving who are only interested in helping themselves at our expense.
We, as a society, are obsessed with money when the true 'precious commodity' is TIME! Time is the one resource that is irreplaceable and once it's gone there's no getting it back. Yet we squander time recklessly while the feckless laugh at us behind our backs because we are too dumb/trusting to see through their machinations.
Chumping, it's an art form!
Tis April first and none of us want to learn it is we who have been the 'fool'.
Happy Humpday and thanks for letting me inside your head,
Gegner
But that's life, isn't it? While we are capable of astonishing precision when we focus on the work at hand yet most of the time we are amazed that our slap-dash methods work at all.
Today's title reflects the mood of the planet. The projected quarter of a million US casualties would be insignificant when compared to the fifty million of the Spanish flu in 1918 when the estimated global population was a single billion.
To creatures that spend most of their lives in the world of 'I', the non-existent 'we can't seem to get past the idea that the horror show we call capitalism threatens to bankrupt the planet for the third time in as many decades.
We 'used to' plan for the future but the more for me crowd found reducing redundancy more profitable than planning ahead.
Life is full of riddles and one of them is a callous disregard for priorities. According to the statistics I am the only person that reads what I share, is that not the summit of self-delusion?
I wrestle with the divide, are my priorities warped [compared to those of my peers] or are people uninterested in self-preservation? [Pet hobby horse, people are to wrapped up in themselves to pay attention to the larger picture. The old-time expression for this is having one's head up one's backside. I'm offering free anal-optorectomys!]
How much is too much? Like the lottery one has to play if one wants to win because the opposite is also true, you can't win if you don't play.
Should I keep my, er, opinions to myself? No growth in that strategy and serious danger as well. If the dog doesn't bark, what good is it?
So like a junkyard dog whose owner is laying in excrement soaked bedclothes, too sick to see what the commotion is all about, I bark to anyone paying attention.
This is MY blog and you came to visit ME.
I can't make you think but maybe I can tear your eyeballs away from the meaningless drivel just long enough to become concerned.
Overpopulation is only manageable through unity. There is more than noise here, there are answers as well.
We (meaning all of us) have to stop following the lead of the self-serving who are only interested in helping themselves at our expense.
We, as a society, are obsessed with money when the true 'precious commodity' is TIME! Time is the one resource that is irreplaceable and once it's gone there's no getting it back. Yet we squander time recklessly while the feckless laugh at us behind our backs because we are too dumb/trusting to see through their machinations.
Chumping, it's an art form!
Tis April first and none of us want to learn it is we who have been the 'fool'.
Happy Humpday and thanks for letting me inside your head,
Gegner
Tis April first and none of us want to learn it is we who have been the 'fool'.
ReplyDeleteWe, as a society, are obsessed with money when the true 'precious commodity' is TIME! Time is the one resource that is irreplaceable and once it's gone there's no getting it back. Yet we squander time recklessly while the feckless laugh at us behind our backs because we are too dumb/trusting to see through their machinations.
ReplyDeleteChumping, it's an art form!
The NY Times tells us today was canceled [likely due to butt cheek fatigue, we've all been trying not to shit ourselves as the crisis deepened and we realized we had the worst person/party possible in charge of containing it.]
ReplyDeleteTo creatures that spend most of their lives in the world of 'I', the non-existent 'we' can't seem to get past the idea that the horror show we call capitalism threatens to bankrupt the planet for the third time in as many decades.
ReplyDeleteShould I keep my, er, opinions to myself? No growth in that strategy and serious danger as well. If the dog doesn't bark, what good is it?
ReplyDeleteI wrestle with the divide, are my priorities warped [compared to those of my peers] or are people uninterested in self-preservation? [Pet hobby horse, people are to wrapped up in themselves to pay attention to the larger picture. The old-time expression for this is having one's head up one's backside. I'm offering free anal-optorectomys!]
ReplyDeleteToday's title reflects the mood of the planet. The projected quarter of a million US casualties would be insignificant when compared to the fifty million of the Spanish flu in 1918 when the estimated global population was a single billion.
ReplyDeleteI can't make you think but maybe I can tear your eyeballs away from the meaningless drivel just long enough to become concerned.
ReplyDeleteWe (meaning all of us) have to stop following the lead of the self-serving who are only interested in helping themselves at our expense.
ReplyDeleteThe NY Times tells us today was canceled [likely due to butt cheek fatigue, we've all been trying not to shit ourselves as the crisis deepened and we realized we had the worst person/party possible in charge of containing it.]
ReplyDeleteToday's title reflects the mood of the planet. The projected quarter of a million US casualties would be insignificant when compared to the fifty million of the Spanish flu in 1918 when the estimated global population was a single billion.
ReplyDeleteToday's title reflects the mood of the planet. The projected quarter of a million US casualties would be insignificant when compared to the fifty million of the Spanish flu in 1918 when the estimated global population was a single billion.
ReplyDeleteSo like a junkyard dog whose owner is laying in excrement soaked bedclothes, too sick to see what the commotion is all about, I bark to anyone paying attention.
ReplyDeleteThis is MY blog and you came to visit ME.