What?! Beauty before the Beast

 

Four days ago I snapped this Magnolia beauty on the way to my truck. Two days later the blossoms were almost all on the ground. The trees seem as frustrated as we do.

 

I have an attitude—so if it comes through, forgive me, but maybe you have one as well, and perhaps when we get “MAD AS HELL,” we will get something done.

Someone wrote the other day that she was sick of spiritual goodies coming her way; she had heard up the kazoo about creating her own reality —that she has it all within—hey, true statements, but becoming cliché and annoying. Like people try to tell you to wake up and be happy while Rome is burning.  The Substack writer said she just needed to get on with her own damn life.

I understand, and Thanks for sharing.

See, we need someone who shares our values and throws rocks at our enemies.

Word rocks, folks. Be reasonable.

Reasonableness—oh yeah, has that been lost too?

Yep, that’s what the controllers want—keep the populas stirred up, afraid, annoyed, disgruntled, separated, so they can get what in the F* they want. Cloud the Epstein files so we will forget about them. Start an illegal war without the approval of Congress, to get us worked up and afraid. How can that man in the White House do that? Why do we let him?

Have we lost all of our senses?

I’m frustrated and angry that we, the people, can do our little marches, eight million of us can come out, oh, the count is up to 9, the last I heard. And I know there are many more who agree with us but don’t go to marches, and others who want to march but live away from the big cities where the action is. Folks have asked, “Is there a No King March close to where I live?

Hey, I know folks who would walk as the Monks did, 2,300 miles to change some of the things they want changed in this US government, LIKE BOMBING! SHOOTING CIVILIANS, ICE IN OUR CITIES. THE PRESIDENT.

I feel frustrated that we can march--all 9 million of us, we can declare that we will not have a King run our country, and the government goes on business as usual. He’s still there.

La do da, go golfing, build a “Ball room, with a bunker beneath (oh that’s the reason it costs so much)—for National Security. We can bomb countries for National Security. We ban foreigners, even the foreign Routers for our WiFi and thus disrupt ‘we the people’s” home WiFi ’networks—for National Security. Continue to produce Roundup even though we have declared it dangerous to health, for National Security. Round up Immigrants—for National Security. Hook up AI to the military, when even the  programmers don’t think that is a good idea. not with Idiots at the controls. and some are talking about a “supercomputer” that can learn faster than we can compute—for National Security.

If we would stop being the f-*ing aggressor we wouldn’t have all this need for “National Security.”

“He’s toast,” some say, but he’s still there.”

“We must wait until the midterms,” they say. Really? Yep, I know he is frightened of them and tells his cabinet, “I Must Win,” or I will be arrested. So, folks, how can we assure a safe, sane, and accurate election?

We humans are wreaking so much havoc that the animals are drinking alcohol. They deserve a happy life. They came here to eat, drink water, make love, find shelter, raise their young, and be happy. We owe them the opportunity.

Hey, we’re animals.

What about us?

 

 

Trump’s dementia is a threat to the world-he must be removed from office! Humanity is at risk Dean Obeidallah Apr 5

On Sunday morning, Trump wrote a threat directed to the Iranian regime that read, “Open the Fuckin’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell--JUST WATCH!” He then bizarrely added, “Praise be to Allah.”

Allah? We’re under Allah now? I though T wanted us to be Christian. Oh well, whatever suits his fancy.

 

From Ray Bradbury:

“I’ve had a sign over my typewriter for 25 years now which reads ‘Don’t think.’ You must never think at the typewriter, you must feel, and then your intellect is always buried in that feeling anyway. You collect up a lot of data, you do a lot of thinking away from your typewriter, but at the typewriter you should be living.”

 

On An Edge or On Edge--Our Times?

 

Holy Moly

This is more to my liking.

Both of these pictures are of Singapore.

When I Googled Singapore I found the top photo, the pool on the edge. It reminded me of a documentary my husband and I watched only last night. The was an expertly photographed and put together film titled Buried: the 1982 Alpine Meadows Avalanche.

The Avalanche occurred at Lake Tahoe in 1982 when a storm roared in and dropped 90 inches of snow in 24 hours causing three Avalanche areas to join together forming one horrendous Avalanche beyond the ability of the Avalanche patrol to contain.

Who hasn’t heard of Lake Tahoe? It is touted as a fun place, A party waiting to happen. I did not know that it was situated at the bottom of a bowl with Avalanche prone mountains encircling it. I felt that same horror when I saw that swimming pool hanging out over a city in Singapore.

From that Avalanche film I learned that the ski patrol keeps the Avalanches at bay by skiing up to the Avalanche prone areas and throwing dynamite at them. Normally the blast stabilizes the area, but not when a killer storm arrives and links three such areas together.

I could see a parallel with those and our times now. 

Back to Singapore. Somehow my blog hit there, and for a couple of weeks I had a hardy readership, then it tanked. I knew little of Singapore, thus the google, prompted by the pond pictures that popped on my screen from Bing.

I see that Singapore is incredibly beautiful.

Singapore ranks highly in key social indicators: education, healthcare, quality of life, personal safety, infrastructure, and housing, with a home-ownership rate of 88 percent. Singaporeans enjoy one of the longest life expectancies, fastest Internet connection speeds, lowest infant mortality rates, and lowest levels of corruption in the world.

Wow.

I have mostly tried to keep positive on my blog, for I think the world has enough negativity without me pointing out more. However, I have been disenchanted of late.

Chiropractor to the rescue. He called today to say he had a cancellation at 12 noon. I could have it.

On my way to have my back adjusted, I had an attitude adjustment. I had popped a tape into the car player. See, sometimes we get stuck and need a little kick to get out of our funk/ worry/concerns. It is so easy to play the ain’t it awful game. What is happening to people? Why are we so discontented, why do we mistrust most everything, the law, the laws, the government, politics, politicians, the pharmaceutical companies. We have been lied to. We have been manipulated. But our attitudes are compounding the problem. We are allowing our light to dim. We are griping. While we think our complaints are letting off steam, it leaves us feeling bad. That isn’t who we are. We are divine creatures, and deep down we know we are good, and want good for our fellow human beings. We want to be connected to Source. Some are antithesis of that, but let them have their skirmishes in the parking lot and leave us out of it. Let your light shine.

Way back in my youth, I saw a TV commercial. Commercial? It was more like just a cinematic spot.  It was an animated line drawing of a couple. She was throwing all sorts of exclamations toward him via talk bubbles. Yet back from him, from his mouth slowly drifting through the space between them came flowers.

Lovingly, she crawled into his lap.

 The “cartoon” ended.