Methodical methods for modified slavish sycophants….

Today, I am a man. I was a man yesterday, too. Tomorrow, I’m turning in my papers, and will be out of the door, and well on my way to a better existence, as a cat.

Yep. A cat. I’m tired of this mankind nonsense…. this species has none of the characteristics with which I would prefer to live my life, spending it instead in mad paroxysms of idiotic warfare, abuse of women and children, and self-hatred disguised as racism and bigotry. Cats don’t do any of that stuff, and after long negotiations with the gods of reincarnation (they’re pretty nice once you get to know them), I have secured an appointment to change species…..

Day after tomorrow, my biggest decisions will involve when and where to nap, whether to annoy a human or comfort one, or whether to eat now, or later….. I won’t have to worry about Mitt the Twitt threatening to destroy all the progress our society has made in the last 100 years. I won’t have to worry about taxes. I won’t have to worry that some asshole banker wants more of my money, or that some politician is spreading more lies. None of that will have any more bearing on what I’m doing, and boy, am I looking forward to it…. After all, ignorance is bliss, right? Just ask any conservative American church-goer….. you can find a passel of them hanging around at the Westboro Baptist Church….

Today, however, I am tasked with once more heading into the breech, taking up the challenge, and producing a Pearl of Virtual Wisdom (affectionately known as “Pearls”…). Since that is a task that promises to be quite a challenge today, I’d best be about it….. Shall we Pearl?…..

“Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no.” — J. R. R. Tolkien

What we think is less than what we know:
What we know is less than what we love:
What we love is so much less than what there is:
and to this precise extent, We are much less than what we are.
— R.D. Laing, The Politics of Experience

Psychobabble, by any other name, could not be any stupider than this. And that is a period at the end of that sentence, which means  no more that needs to be said about it. Since that goes against all the rules here, I’ll have to say this…. R.D. Laing was first caught spouting the above nonsense just about the time I was in Psych. Tech. school at Cuesta College/Atascadero State Hospital, and was one of the psychotherapists we studied in that school. At the time, he had a lot of followers, though not many in our class; our exposure to the individuals who received treatment at ASH made his techniques rather useless. But, it is another example of the power of human stupidity, and how it permeates every level of society….

A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
— Alexander Pope (1688-1744) — Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 15

Any fool can read a book or two, then write one that makes fun of those books. Then, they start spouting nonsensical, meaningless aphorisms such as the one above in public, on radio and TV talk shows, and go on a whirlwind tour of bookstores to encourage more people to buy the book, and spread their nonsense out over the whole of society. This is proof of Mssr. Pope’s first line, “A little learning is a dangerous thing,”, as the little bit of learning the author has engaged in becomes his/her tower of information, their bastion of expertise,  unassailable by either logical or intuitive reasoning, until their brand of ignorance joins the top-ten list of humanity’s follies, right up there with religion, and politics…..

“How many people eat, drink, and get married; buy, sell and build; make contracts and attend to their fortune; have friends and enemies, pleasures and pains, are born, grow up, live and die – but asleep!” — Joseph Joubert

Our culture is dying, if not already dead. When it reaches the point where 20 million people, or more, will choose a man like the Twitt over the incumbent president, just because his skin isn’t white, (yes, racists, all of them. They just use the healthcare, birther, and other issues they jump on to sublimate their fear of the “darkie” in the Oval Office….), then culture is dead. If not now, it certainly will go down in flames should that fool be elected, as he tries to guide society back to the Stone Age. Should he enter that office, I shudder to think of how our image to the rest of the world will suffer, as Mitt the Twitt knows NOTHING about other countries, other than how their tax laws may favor him in his goal to become a modern Croesus….

Face it, ffolkes, this election isn’t about healthcare, or jobs, or women’s rights, or immigration. It is about race, and the time has come for those of us who are aware of this to speak out, to shout out, and point out the ignorance and lies that are being bandied about like candy at Halloween. The forces of Evil are at large, and have taken control of the fanatic zealots on the conservative right. In addition they have recruited all those in our culture who are closet racists, supplying sublimation issues for the real reason they fight so hard against this president. It is the responsibility of those who are on the side of Reason to fight back, as best we may without resorting to the methods used by the other side, which would put us in the same hypocritical boat.

Stay alert, ffolkes, the time is coming when hard decisions will need to be made…. be ready, or we will all be going down the road to Hell in the same handbasket….. and remember….

“It is impossible for a man to be cheated by anyone but himself.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

A clock stopped — not the mantel’s
Geneva’s farthest skill
Can’t put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.

An awe came on the trinket!
The figures hunched with pain,
Then quivered out of decimals
Into degreeless noon.

It will not stir for doctors,
This pendulum of snow;
The shopman importunes it,
While cool, concernless No

Nods from the gilded pointers,
Nods from seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
The dial life and him.

— Emily Dickinson

I was in need of a bit of esoterica, to bring some balance after ranting, and this little piece of Emily does the trick just fine…. enjoy!

Fetch the holy hand grenade …. — Smart Bee

I am perplexed. Perhaps you can help?….. This tagline popped up in front of me twice in a three-second period this morning while searching for pearls, so I figure Smart Bee wants me to use it pretty badly. Unfortunately, I can’t, as I’m uncertain as to its exact meaning.

Does the fact that it is holy come from being blessed by some earthly representative of a holy figure? Or was it created from nothing, a virgin-birth sort of thing, by God Himself? Or is it a holy hand grenade because it blows up holy stuff, or maybe because it leaves places all holy (full of holes…)? These are important things to know before I can commit to using it as basis for a rant. Ranting is a delicate undertaking, and it could be potentially embarrassing to rant for a while, then discover my subject is completely 180 degrees removed from what I thought it was; I blush easily, and don’t enjoy making such mistakes…

Ah well, it doesn’t matter in the long run, I suppose. Whether it is one, or the other, really shouldn’t matter to me; as a writer, I should be able to use it either way. But, I’m a stubborn old cuss, if nothing else, and I insist on knowing beforehand exactly who it is I am defiling, or exactly what weapon I’m using to cut through the bullshit to the core of meaning. It’s just a Ned-thing, you wouldn’t understand….

Four paragraphs of prattle isn’t too bad, especially on such short notice, so I guess we can call this a pearl, if just barely. I’m getting very close to 400 posts here on WP, and over a thousand pages of material have been created to fill those posts, so, as might be suspected, I am getting very short on material upon which  I haven’t previously expounded. Hence, fill-in material such as this, where I can waste a good three or four hundred words just fooling around, without ever approaching anything remotely important or relevant to our purpose. It’s a gift…..  🙂

Now, if you would please, sit down, remain silent, and no one will get hurt…. I don’t wish to harm anyone, but I will not be thwarted in my quest to finish this pearl on a dignified note. Just where that dignity is supposed to come from, I haven’t the foggiest notion, but, having done all I could possibly do to find some, I find myself stuck for an ending line.

Please, stop me! This damn pearl won’t let me finish. It keeps wandering from one non-concept to another, and dragging me along like a stupid dog. I guess I will have to resort to a hard re-boot. Here goes…..    Eureka! I have found it!  And I’m not giving it back….

Well, that was interesting….. a new method of wasting time and energy. As if I needed any more…. Ah well, c’est la vie! Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..

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




5 thoughts on “Methodical methods for modified slavish sycophants….

  1. Ibwant to be a cat… but end up a slobbery exuberant puppy most of the time…
    and not to start anything.. cause I really don;t want to .. just saying my peace on your piece… it has nothing to do with race as far as I am concerned… for me. I see how that can be said.. becasue I know some that can not tell me one good thing.. or understand anything and will .,…yea.. I don;t want to start anything.. I am just so tired of weveryone flinging shit… We ought to be ashamed of ourselves …AnD THE WHOLE EFFING WORLD WATCHING… OOPS sorry didn;t mean to hit the caps …but hey… I guess it worls..,
    Bright blessings Brother – haven;t seen you in a while…

  2. Lizzie…. very nice to hear from you! I know I haven’t been by your place in a while…. I had some technical difficulties which kept me off of a lot of sites, due to my ISP’s network configuration. It took all my geek expertise to get my own posts up….But, it’s all fixed now….

    I think I would be satisfied to come back as a dog, but cats, I am sure, are so “kung fu” at LIfe that they get to pick their next incarnation, which is, as you have to admit, a nice perk…..

    I can relate to what you say about the political scene; I just wish everyone could play nicely together. Unfortunately, there are some folks on the conservative Right, and among the fundamentalist Christian sects who are so bigoted, racist, and full of hatred, that they are starting to affect the rest of us. They are VERY, VERY afraid of Obama, and will choose to cut off their own noses, and make their lives infinitely harder than they can imagine, in order to keep a black man from the Presidency. It is against those people that I rant, and rightfully so. Besides, if I didn’t rant, I would no doubt pick up a gun and start blasting away at the nearest government outposts…. and wouldn’t have time to post my Pearls while on the run from the myrmidons of the Homeland Insecurity Conspiracy.

    It (the nonsense taking place in the public arena) has gotten to the point where I am seriously considering creating a Doomsday Device, capable of blowing up the entire planet, and fixing it so it had what is called a Dead Man’s switch. This means that I am holding the remote button to set off the device, turning Earth into another asteroid belt; the button is rigged so that I must be alive to hold the button. If they try to kill me, and succeed, everybody goes up in smithereens. (What are smithereens, anyway?….I’ve never seen one, and there is no picture of one in the dictionary…. ah, got it…. dictionary dot com to the rescue… Smithereens is an Irish word. It derives from the modern Irish ‘smidirin’, which means ‘small fragments’….) Where was I? Oh, yeah, dead man switches…. Any who, once my device is all set, I can go to DC, have them call a world-wide conference, where I would explain the situation to them. They couldn’t do anything to me without killing themselves, and everybody else. Therefore, “everybody else” (you, me, Ginger, et al….) would come to their senses and kick the assholes out of office. Then we could actually get some progress made around here…. It could work…. and you and Ginger certainly aren’t keeping up with your duties as Empresses if things have deteriorated to this point, where you and I have to even talk about old business like that…. 🙂

    Obviously, I had a lot to say on this subject that didn’t get into today’s Pearl.. oh well, that’s why I love dialog with you… it is always so stimulating!

    Blessed Be, little sister…. you take care….

  3. Why is it that Obama is called a black man? Why isn’t he called a white man, when he’s just as much white as he is black? Racism is nothing but outrageous ignorance at its worst, that’s how I feel about it. If you want to really prove how stupid you are, try being a racist. Oh, and I’d want to be a puppy, as long as there is a guarantee that I would never have to belong to the Romney family.

    • You are right, and that is the problem, that people even have to have words to describe him, or anyone else, according to color, or any other reason. Your outrage does you credit….

      Most accurately, he is a man, but people must have their labels, to which they feel they must attach emotional prejudices based, as you say, on ignorance, and fear. Like the article I saw on Jueseppi B.’s site by a woman author observed, since it is politically and socially incorrect these days to use the term “black” in attacking a political figure, other issues are substituted to replace the word with another. He is described as anti-Americans, or his birthplace is questioned, or the other nonsense they use to cover up the fear of the “black man” in the Oval Office.

      And, for sure I wouldn’t want to be a dog in the Romney house; I get pretty worked up when I think of that poor animal on that trip, and how terrified he must have been up there….goes to show how much dogs will forgive, I guess, as much as it says about how chauvinistic and self-centered he is…. Oooh, makes my blood boil, and that will raise my blood pressure, so enough of him, and his ilk….

      Glad to hear from you my lady, and sorry, but your comments always prompt more ranting from me… I’m just happy you had enough of a breather from your busy summer schedule to get in some reading, and came here….You take care, hope your week is going fine… 🙂

  4. odie highly recommends existing as a cat. very enjoyable for many reasons, least of all being an inability to type and therefore cats have no need go thru the highs and lows of maintaining a daily blog.
    isnt the holy hand grenade from monty python?

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