They’ll pay handsomely for authentic Azaleas….

Far be it from me to moan and complain about the Universe…. I wasn’t around to consult when it was slapped together (Six, seven days? Really? I’d suspect shoddy workmanship for a job of that size so rushed, regardless of the contractor’s reputation….), or happened randomly, or belched from the belly of a Great Turtle, or whatever, so I have no basis for complaint. But, I’ve got to say, and I know I’m not being original when I do,  this getting old shit really sucks big time…. I won’t bore you with my own particular litany of aches, pains, and embarrassing body function stories…. suffice it to say that it all adds up after  a while, and let’s one know…. this SUCKS!

There…. just had to get that out…..  and a happy good morning to you!  As indicated in the first paragraph, my being able to say that, at all, was very nearly compromised by the way I feel physically this morning. So, let us be particularly happy in response to that, for if nothing else, pain lets you know you are alive, and that is certain. Sure, I could lay around, stiff and aching, dose myself with a couple of extra pain pills, and generally feel like 67 inches of piled up….. well, you know.

Instead, here I am, fingers affixed to the keyboard (which is showing a bit of wear after these past 12 months of severe daily use…. can’t see all of the A, S, E, or J keys, as the letters have rubbed off….), ignoring the tingling and spasming under my scapula, and waiting (with growing impatience….) for my Muse to get up. Damn fool was out again last night, partying, without me, and doesn’t want to roll out & get to work. Let’s all give him/her (I’m never sure about immortals, they could be messing with my head) a big, loud,  Awww, poor baby!, shall we?….. Okay, maybe not….

Let’s go Pearl, instead, okay?….. Okay!….

One of the bloggers I am now following commented yesterday, in response to a post by a sex trade survivor that was re-blogged on this site, and in the comment recommended a Young Adult novel on the subject, called “SOLD”. She couldn’t remember the author’s name, but Google found it first try, as usual, so I am including below part of a Wikipedia article on the book. I intend to check it out at my first opportunity, and hope that many more folks will follow that example. A link to the article is included below:

“To see what is right and not to do it is cowardice.” — Cervantes

“Sold” is a novel by Patricia McCormick, published in 2006. It tells the story of a girl from Nepal named Lakshmi, who is sold into sexual slavery in India. The novel is written in a series of short, vignette-style chapters, from the point of view of the main character.

Lakshmi is a thirteen-year-old girl who lives with her family in a small hut in the mountains of Nepal. Her family is desperately poor, but her life is full of simple pleasures, like raising her black-and-white speckled goat, and having her mother brush her hair by the light of an oil lamp. But when the harsh Himalayan monsoons wash away all that remains of the family’s crops, Lakshmi’s stepfather says she must leave home and take a job to support her family.

He introduces her to a glamorous stranger who tells her she will find her a job as a maid working for a wealthy woman in the city. Glad to be able to help, Lakshmi undertakes the long journey to India and arrives at “Happiness House” full of hope. But she soon learns the unthinkable truth: she has been sold into prostitution. Main characters include “An old woman named Mumtaz rules the brothel with cruelty and cunning. She tells Lakshmi that she is trapped there until she can pay off her family’s debt – then cheats Lakshmi of her meager earnings so that she can never leave.” Lakshmi’s life becomes a nightmare from which she cannot escape. Still, she lives by her mother’s words – “Simply to endure is to triumph” – and gradually, she forms friendships with the other girls that enable her to survive in this terrifying new world. — from Wikipedia.

Ms. McCormick spent some years interviewing women and girls in India, when she was able to get them to agree to talk to her, in spite of their fear of being used by someone they didn’t know or trust, a fear that is sadly common in sex slaves, no matter in which part of the world they are held enslaved.

“Although it is tempting to resent disaster, there is not much use in doing so… Whether we remain ash or become the phoenix is up to us.” — Deng Ming-Dao 

(In the case of abducted sex trade workers, who have absolutely no choice to be where they are, this seems a bit tactless; however, the ending thought remains true for all that….)

“Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.” — Peacemaker, founder of the Iroquois Confederacy, (ca. 1000 AD)

Things around here, (here being defined as my head, as well as the space it inhabits, and, by extension, this blog…) have been a mite serious lately. Some heavy stuff being considered, and shared. Some might be tempted to say, “finally!”. Others, more observant, might say, “Oh, I hadn’t noticed it got more serious….” And most would say, “Huh?”  For the last group, I can only say, PAY ATTENTION, PLEASE!


But no matter what anyone says, “I” feel that way, so I thought I’d take just a moment to consider the above, which, if no less serious in its intent, or its depth of insight, is much more comforting a thought for examination and/or meditation. In that light, seriousness assumes the welcome aspect of a heart with wings…. just enjoy it, and take it with you when you go about the rest of your day….. I will, because it feels good in the spirit pouch that sits under my shirt, next to my heart…..

“Today’s public figures can no longer write their own speeches or books, and there is some evidence that they can’t read them either.” — Gore Vidal

It’s been a while since I ranted, or even commented, on the antics of our beloved ruling class, and the media circus that travels around with the crop of candidates hoping to attain center stage in the November Frenzy later this year. I’ve been distracted from that, (thank goodness!….) by other, even more important matters. Stop human trafficking or Laugh at Bozos…. Hmm, not a tough choice for me, though tempting, for sure…. the second is MUCH easier to write about, and the evidence one requires for bounteous hilarity is provided on a daily basis by the cast themselves. It’s really hard NOT to write one of my beloved rants on a daily basis, because it’s always a joy to work with such fertile material for humor.

Hence this brief foray into that hole of darkness, which around here (see above) we like to call, “Kokopelli’s Revenge, Part Four.”
(Side note: if the previous reference is vague, take a moment later to Google Kokopelli; he’s a fascinating character all by himself….)  Where was I? Ah… for the record, I made this up this morning…..

So, a priest, a rabbi, and a Republican walk into a bar. The priest, looking a bit flushed, having just come (sorry) from his last session counseling his young charges, says plaintively, “Set me up a Scotch there, bartender, and be quick about it!” The rabbi, brushing the dust from his yarmulke, glances up with a grim visage, to order; “An absinthe, if you please, goyim.”  The Republican, stiff and looking uncomfortable in his red tie, blue blazer, and American flag lapel pin says, “I’ll have a Shirley Temple, you liberal asshole.”

As the bartender sets down the drinks, and collects the money, he asks, “So, what’s with all the bad moods today?”  The priest says, “Bloody internet! Can’t hide anything but what they’re posting their damn photos online!”  The rabbi says, “A new archaeological find in Jerusalem seems to be an authentic statement, actually written by Jesus, the Christ of Nazareth. It confirms his divinity, and goes on to say that the Old Testament was nullified and declared to be false testimony, by Yahweh himself, as a 31st birthday present to Jesus…. and it’s been notarized by Saint Peter!”  Republican says, morosely, “My gay lover just came out of the closet on Oprah; and he showed them the ring I had inscribed with both our names……sniffle….”  The bartender, a long-time agnostic Libertarian, says, “Oh”.

There, now don’t your feel better? I know I do…..

“In spite of the recent progress in science, the depths of human imbecility have not yet been plumbed.” — H. Ellis

Once is an accident, twice is coincidence, thrice is enemy action. — Don’t know, but even older than Anonymous

I will admit that this may get a bit repetitive, but hey, don’t care…. it’s got to be said when the urge strikes, whenever an example of the lies, and the long-standing nature of the plague of human trafficking in society, presents itself to us.  Hence, the following…..

“A woman takes off her claim to respect along with her garments.” — Herodotus

On first glance, one might tend to nod one’s head sagely, assume a serious and patriarchal mien, and agree with this statement, seemingly in accord with the deep insight that is implied (not proven, note, but implied…..). However, in light of what I’ve learned of late, I don’t think that a woman who has survived being held for years as a sex slave in modern America, or India, or China, or anywhere else in the world where it remains a cancerous blot on the social landscape, would have quite the same reaction, nor appreciate the complete and utter disregard it indicates for the real nature of women, or at least of those women who are free to be themselves without censure or threat.

No, I believe a woman as morally and ethically advanced as she, being the gracious, strong, forgiving person she has become (she always was; she just never had the chance before now to be so, freely and openly…..not if she wanted to live….), she would just smile, and calmly comment, “It’s clear that the lies that keep women enslaved are not of recent vintage, but have been spread around by ignorant misogynists, terrified of women’s nature, for a great many years.” With another gentle smile, she might add, “Well, he WAS Greek, wasn’t he? And we all know how the ancient Greeks felt about young boys as objects of desire. I suppose that would tend to skew one’s viewpoint in the direction of perversion.”  With that, she would absent herself, taking with her all of her strength of will, and the wild, terrible beauty of the phoenix.

And the assholes who spread these ignorant, hateful lies shall then tremble in fear, because I’m still there, right in the room with them. I’ve heard every word, I’m not a happy camper, and I’m holding a very large pistol to their temple….. ah, happy dreams!….. I figure, if I can fulfill that dream say, 1000 times a day all over the globe, it should begin to make a serious dent in the number of these WOS’s (ask in the Comment section, and I’ll provide the definition of the acronym) who are still alive, er, active.

At least, those not in hiding from the rest of humanity’s contingent of pissed off males, all tens of millions of them determined to make up for their long, somnolent, passive acceptance of the lies, and the dishonor of the abrogation of their duty, by eliminating the source of the problem…. or at least those assholes who refuse to repent and change their tune…..which, by the obvious evidence in their background, isn’t going to happen. That’s fine by me…. bullets are relatively cheap, compared to years and years of re-education, and close observation….

“Once upon a time, there was a non-conforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter.  However, soon after the weather turned cold, the sparrow changed his mind and reluctantly started to fly south. After a short time, ice began to form his on his wings and he fell to earth in a barnyard almost frozen.  A cow passed by and crapped on this little bird and the sparrow thought it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings.  Warm and happy the little sparrow began to sing.  Just then, a large Tom cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.  As Old Tom cleared away the manure, he found the chirping bird and promptly ate him.”

There are three morals to this story:

(1) Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
(2) Everyone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.
(3) If you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.

And, indeed, ’nuff said on that….. just trying to maintain an even balance here…. from our most frequent repeat contributor of pearls, Anonymous. Or maybe his great-grandson. Does it matter? No…..

I must feel better. I must. Even though I went to bed late, I slept an extra two hours, and pretty well for a happy change. The coffee was hot & ready when I got up (thank you, technology!). My Muse reluctantly joined me midway, a bit worse for wear, by all visual evidence, but still creatively inspiring. Pearls were plentiful. And the hard drive didn’t crash or burp (knock on plastic…).

All in all, a satisfactory start to the day, which promises to keep me busy, it being payday. I get to hold on to my money, just long enough to go spread it around to all my most insistent creditors, where it gets sucked into the black hole of the American economy. Such fun!…. not.

That’s all, ffolkes, the well is dry, until the spring fills it back up…. y’all take care out there…..

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes
I just sits.



31 thoughts on “They’ll pay handsomely for authentic Azaleas….

  1. Well, lots going on in “Ned’s Head” as usual! As far as aging goes, I’ve been pretty lucky in that I haven’t noticed it except for when I catch a suprise reflection of myself somewhere and think, God I look old for 30! There’s that and I also find my mentors are gettng older. I admire Joan Rivers’ spunk of late. Haven’t always been a fan but I do like the way she’s handling old age.

    “In spite of the recent progress in science, the depths of human imbecility have not yet been plumbed.” — H. Ellis

    And thank god for that as it will give me a reason to go on no matter how old I get! 😀

    • Linda… glad you enjoyed today’s musings… one of these days, I’ll get to “And I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now….”

      You’re 30? Wow… I’d have guessed 28, or maybe, 29, but 30…. no way!

      “One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is.” — Erma Bombeck

      For whatever reason, this said, “Linda Vernon” to me…… Go ahead, say it…. we’re cleared for weird.

      To thine own self be cool.

      Ned, aka the Dubious One… aka, Dubious gigoidius the first, Emperor of the Entire World, at least until I turn it over to Ginger/Snaap later this year.

      You’re attending the ceremony, right? You got your invitation okay? Let me know if you didn’t….. TTFN (the only text abbreviation I know….)

      • Later this year? That is much sooner than I expected! We will have the Indogo Girls play at our Coronation- cool with you?

        And in other news, whatcha doing this weekend Mr. G?

        • Even sooner than I had thought… I just informed Lizzie tonight that you can schedule the party… me, I’m finishing of the last of my list, and then it (the Entire World) is all yours… How’s that for a Spring Surprise?… So, as soon as the I Girls are free, set it up….

      • We’re cleared for weird! Love it. Gonna say it next chance I get. Oh that Erma! She was such a hoot. I can tell you’re feeling very “Friday” Ned. It’s all good going into the weekend. You’ll have to excuse me now as I have to google TTFN! 🙂

  2. Wow, a lot to read there…but enjoyed it all, thanks! And I can relate to the trials of getting older. I’m not sure how gracefully I’ll be able to manage that one. It’s not exactly fun. 🙂

    • Nope, it isn’t much fun so far, but I’m sure it’ll get worse…. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed today’s musings…. be prepared to go through that each time you visit; I’m pretty hard to shut up, even for myself…..

    • That’s really sweet of you, and I appreciate it a lot… it may take me a few days to get the response post put together, but I won’t forget…. thank you very much; I think your site deserves the award even more than mine; mine gets a little dark sometimes, but I still appreciate it very much… keep your eye out for it! It will happen… I’m just buried in emails; I went out for 2 or 3 hours to take care of business, and I’ve got more than 175 emails to go through…. sigh…. take care, young lady…. and Blessed Be….

  3. Firstly everyone should know the Muse is female and as you know she likes to PARTAY!
    As to the sex trade. It has been going on since the dawn of time and it does not seem to be showing any signs of stopping any time soon. I do not understand why when gangs of eastern European men bring in young girls and boys some under age get broken up and arrested they just spring up somewhere else, white Russian women are sold into slavery in any number of the Stan’s or Kush! ( Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kurdistan and so on) west Indian, Indian, English need I go on. Yes because it shows no sign of stopping. Could it be it is a popular trade. Not that the poor trapped girls and boys get any enjoyment. I think you and I are flogging a dead horse but we must keep shouting and keep this travesty in the spotlight in the hope that the men who make this trade lucrative all get arrested and the gang masters get starved to death……………… Harsh I think not, tell a 14yr old girl from the back of beyond who has been mistreated by some fat cats it is harsh! Tell some boys or girls who have to work day and night for a rich Dr and solicitor ( a well to do African couple with children) and then get beaten for a stray toy or speck of dust then has to sleep in a cupboard or under a table…………………. sorry I must stop before I get you and me arrested ! Delete this if you want, I could go on I could.

    • No, it won’t be deleted…. I have the same tendency to rant when I see or read a post on this subject. Yes, it’ been going on forever, and Yes it needs to stop now. I’ll be shouting that out every day, so any help in that is more than welcome…. if I could re-blog your reply, I would, and if they come to arrest me, well, they’ll go away very unhappy, if they live through it. Call me if they bother you; I’ll take care of it…. seriously….stay outraged, just be in control so what we do is effective and efficient in working toward the goal… take care….

    • Starve the gang masters to death? That’s entirely too nice for them. Please, give me some rope and a scalpel. Just make sure there is a good drain in the room.

      • cowgirliz…. not sure I get the reference though I agree with the “too nice” part…. I looked back through it all, and I don’t see a comment on starving them; only a reference to shooting them, or using my bare hands on them (most satisfying!…)….. Nonetheless, I like your idea of the rope, scalpel, and drain…. can I watch? I’ll even hold your jacket….. I like your healthy vicious streak…..

      • T’was I who suggested starving them, I was actually speaking figuratively and mean to cut off and starve them of money and business ! But I love your idea and I think all your requirements could be met , you’ll need good ear plugs and of course we shall have to sound proof the room as they will scream like the pigs they are !! ERrrr!! sorry that is an insult to pigs!!

        • (Big smile….) It has long been known than women are much more vicious and creatively violent than men, in the final analysis…. bless you all…. If I catch any of these assholes, I’ll just turn them over to you and cowlgirliz…. they’ll suffer more than I could ever make them feel, I’m certain….. “the softer sex”…. not if given half a chance, for sure….

    • You’re welcome…and thanks… well, I tried not to nag too long…points for that? Besides, us old farts have needs, too, and nagging is one of our guaranteed perks… you betcha…. 🙂

      But, please be aware, my posts are not always funny, and in fact, can be disturbing, frightening, or just plain scary (especially when I get going on about politics, and/or religious zealots…. or in the case of at least one of the politicos, both in one….) I don’t intend to bother folks, (and never intend to offend, unless someone deserves it, by first flaming me or one of my friends with bigotry or ignorance….) except in ways that I think they should be bothered, and in all cases, I don’t really give much of a rat’s ass what folks may think or say about what I’ve written. Please keep that in mind when wandering around my site; it can be unpredictable, subject to random haiku or limerick puns…. take care, and welcome back any time…. 🙂

        • tuttysan…. I am gigoid san, in Japanese……If you come to my, or any WordPress blog while you are logged in to your WP account, you should see your toolbar across the top of it. On that toolbar should be a Follow button, which is an automatic link to follow the blog you are currently at…. or, come to the site when you are not logged in, and there should be a little Follow button in the bottom right corner of the screen which will perform the same, but with the added step of logging in to WP. If you aren’t seeing these, contact WP support to find out why…. hope that helps… even if you can’t follow, don’t sweat it; I post every day, so just bookmark it, and come on down anytime after about 8 or 9 AM US Pacific time every day…. enjoy… I looked at your site, and a bit of your work, and liked it enough to follow, so I’ll know when you post new stuff…. welcome to Gigoid’s Folly! Fasten your mental seat belt, the ride can get a bit wild and chaotic…. very sensitive to chaos, don’t y’know… 🙂

  4. Ned, pretty sure you were channeling Eris when you were talking about woman, just before the bit about bullets being cheap. Something She would most definitely approve of. The most irritating thing about the WOS’s is that they are sucking up MY oxygen when they should be pushing up daisies.
    It perplexes me that they are the same species as the rest of us and can do such wretched things to others. Certainly there is a special place in the afterlife for them. Full of torture and true evils trespassed against their bodies. Doubtless Karma will see to it. Aren’t her and Eris related? Out of deepest respect for both of them, I can say they are both bitches, the kind one does not piss off lightly. I imagine Eris would rather enjoy helping Karma exact her due of the WOS.
    Also, I loved the sparrow story.

    • Ah, got it…I was confused at first, because I knew I’d heard of Eris, but couldn’t place her… Google showed me the error of my ways, corrected my temporary ignorance, and made it clear I’d have to agree. I’m not sure of the actual relationship of Eris and Karma, though my guess would be that Eris is merely a manifestation of a part of Karma… She (Eris) as goddess of discord and chaos, reminds me very much of Kali, the Hindu manifestation of Krishna as the Goddess of Death, consort to Yama, Death Himself. And all three of them would heartily sanction my dream of having the opportunity to remove a number of these… less than people… from the same plane of existence where you and I are breathing…. and they wouldn’t care what method we used, as they would use all of them at once… they do have the edge, super power wise….

      I too liked the sparrow story… reminded me of the story that has the punch line, “If the Foo shits, wear it!” from Chinese mythology….

      Take care…. obviously, we’ll chat again… always a kick in the pants for me….


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  6. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:


    Though still in much funk, I’m working my way toward serenity at an even pace. Here is another old blog, from the early days here on ECR… I like it, and so will you….

    See ya soon…

    gigoid, the dubious

  7. “To see what is right and
    not to do it is cowardice.”

    — Cervantes

    And sure a way to lose friends…
    oh.. how.. the brave and the lone.. turn..:)

    “Although it is tempting to resent disaster, there is
    not much use in doing so… Whether we remain ash
    or become the phoenix is up to us.”

    — Deng Ming-Dao

    Yep.. shit happens..
    no reason.. reAlly..
    to cover it up..
    as it fertilizes
    the ground
    of Course..;)

    “Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation.
    Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our
    grandchildren and of those yet unborn,
    whose faces are coming
    from beneath the ground.”

    — Peacemaker, founder of
    the Iroquois Confederacy, (ca. 1000 AD)

    A death of the extended
    village in home of
    and the
    death of this
    in nomadic ways
    of couples and singles
    who have lost a village
    that moves.. connects..
    creates.. TogeTHer for
    and respect
    for Others and
    Nature forevermore now2..
    gone past the highwayS noW for Love..:)

    “A woman takes off her claim to respect
    along with her garments.”

    — Herodotus

    Hmm.. naked
    women don’t scare
    me.. per.. ‘Vagina FReED Dialogues’..:)

    “(1) Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
    (2) Everyone who gets you out of shit is not necessarily your friend.
    (3) If you are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut.”

    — Ancient Shit Happens list

    yoUr nose
    and F iN liVe..
    or get use to it..
    and STiLL liVe..
    And even better yet
    lEarn to Enjoy dARker
    ShiT that leads to liGht too..
    A first step is to pretend.. let
    shit be written.. let shit be done..;)

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