Patterns in the dust say otherwise…..

Ffolkes,
My schedule of posting is all screwed up…. First, I missed a day from rain. Today, the day I am writing this, is Christmas Day, one which I have worked very hard to both ignore, and to reach, and is another day I will be unable to post again, as there are no buses, the library is closed, and it is too far to walk to the nearest Wi-Fi spot (at Starbucks, about a mile and a half away)…. In addition, even though I wasn’t able to post on two days, I still wrote a complete Pearl for them. Now, I’m sitting on two days worth of material, and losing track of what goes where, and in what tense I should be speaking…. In the words of our dark little bear of little brains, Winnie the Pooh, “Bother!”…..

I don’t believe I’ve ever had this much material done ahead of time. Two complete Pearls ( each minus only a poem, generally supplied by a couple moments with Google and Poemhunter.com…), and another entire day to get through until I can post any of it. Today might be a good day to do some editing of past Pearls, to see if I can combine any of them into a salable book. Sounds like a plan….

Or, maybe I’ll spend some time in trance, and see if I can come up with a couple more original poems to go with these two almost finished products. The shout-out I wrote to Congress from us seniors was a pretty good one, I thought, especially the last quatrain and couplet; I thought they had a certain panache, that pleases me…. and they certainly were an accurate demonstration of the average senior’s feelings about the government just now, as they are making concerted attacks on Social Security, even as I write. I’m not going to start another rant in the intro, but, it sure pisses me off, that is for sure and for certain….. Makes me want to go up to Barack, and Congress, and read to them from the Book of Righteousness….

In lieu of that, I suggest we get on with this Pearl…. Basically, it is done, so that is merely a matter of filling in a poem, proof-reading the results, and it’s good to go. Since I don’t have anything further I can add at this point, I’ll abandon you here, and leave it to the format of the following Pearl to lead you where you need to go….. Shall we Pearl?…..
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In order to counter at least some of the saccharine in the air this time of year, it is good now and again to take the time to take a few unsolicited shots at targets who, by dint of their absence, cannot defend themselves…. Great fun for this slow-news time of year. Besides, my usual choices for such targets have no defense anyway, as they are continually assuming indefensible positions in a public venue. Here is an old-school pearl with some random  thoughts on my absolute favorite group of erstwhile clowns, those at which I most prefer to shoot darts of shame…. the creepy, dangerous kind who infest the halls and streets of Washington D.C., and numerous state capitals…..

“Government is a trust, and the officers of the government are trustees; and both the trust and the trustees are created for the benefit of the people.”– Henry Clay (1777-1852) — Speech at Ashland, Ky., March 1829
(This one seems to have been overlooked, or at least ignored, for the most part, for the last 171 years…..)

“Imagine, if you will, that I am an idiot. Then, imagine that I am also a Congressman. But, alas, I repeat myself.” — Mark Twain

De la peau de lion l’ane s’etant vetu
Etoit craint partout a la ronde.
(Dressed in the lion’s skin, the ass spread terror far and wide.) — Jean de la Fontaine (1621-1695)
(Think about it….)

CONSUL, n.  In American politics, a person who, having failed to secure and office from the people, is given one by the Administration, on condition that he leave the country. — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

A successful American spends more supporting the government than a family. — Smart Bee

“All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.” — Mark Twain (1835-1910)
(This is especially true for politics, but remains valid for preachers, as well….)

“Since when is “public safety” the root password to the Constitution?” — C. D. Tavares

I find myself having to assert some control at this point. My feelings of anger at the government’s cupidity are rather raw this morning, and I find myself continuing my search for sharp, pointed sticks with which to poke, despite having already found a sufficient number to complete a pearl. The meaning is beginning to lose coherence, and adding more will only further confuse the issue, so we’ll go on to the final section, to compose some soothing prose…. Just remember, ffolkes, preachers, priests, imams, presidents, senators, judges, bankers, CEO’s….. none of these folks are looking out for your interests, nor will they ever do so, as they are too busy looking out for their own. It would be a good thing to keep it in mind, for your own protection…..

“If Stupidity got us into this mess, then why can’t it get us out?” — Will Rogers (1879-1935)
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A poet is a kind of liar who always speaks the truth. — Smart Bee

A child said, What is the grass?

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and
from offspring taken soon out of their mother’s laps,
And here you are the mother’s laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old
mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and
children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.

Walt Whitman
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“Silence can be the biggest lie of all.  We have a responsibility to speak up; and whenever the occasion calls for it, we have a responsibility to raise bloody hell.” — Herbert Block

I’ve been looking at this pearl for a week, turning it over in my mind. I think, after due consideration, I can honestly say I have lived up to this responsibility quite well, at least in the past two years. Though my audience is not quite as large as I might hope for, I have faithfully accosted that audience with my own words of what I believe to be truth, truths that needs to be declared loudly, and often. Motivated partly by self-interest (relieving the stress of holding my thoughts in….), partly by a sense of humanity, and partly by patriotism. Outrage often supplies the emotional force behind my arguments, when my compassion is aroused, or when my sense of justice is affronted…..

My only wish is that I would be preaching to the choir, in the sense that the subjects about which I write are offensive to others, as well. In fact, I would love to see more people like myself shouting out their own outrage at the shenanigans of those in power in society. Those same beloved ruling class members have only themselves to blame if they become targets for criticism; their own actions are responsible for that. Mind you, I regard them to be insane, as a group, anyway, for their perverse desire to wield power over the affairs of others, and the most effective way to stop their depredations is to bring them into the light of public scrutiny, where society’s moral compass may be applied to redirect them into more socially acceptable, and socially beneficial, activities….

Sadly, I’m intelligent enough to read the writing on the wall, which says the beloved ruling class is never going to allow anything, or anyone, to take from them the riches and privileges they hold so tightly as their due. They have control of all the media, and the governments, and the banks, and the churches, and that control enables them to do just exactly as they please, hoarding all the resources available for themselves and their own purposes, leaving the dregs of whatever is left for the rest of us….

“And it shall come to pass that idiots shall roam the earth, and morons shall rule the masses.” — Smart Bee

I think it was Nostradamus who made this prediction; maybe not, though. Regardless of who said it, it is certainly apt. There are moments when even I, who have long known and understood the depths of human stupidity, am amazed and appalled by what somebody says, or does, right out in public where their idiocy is on display for all to see….. Even more, I am continually astounded at the depths of stupidity shown by the general public by their acceptance, and tacit approval, of the lies told to them every day by their erstwhile leaders.

Many millions of people recently voted for Obama, because it seemed clear, by his own words, that he would do all he could to protect seniors, Social Security, and Medicare. Now, at the first hint of opposition to one of his pet projects, he turns completely around on that promise, offering up massive cuts to the SS program over the next 20 years, cuts that would cripple the program, and send millions of seniors, like me, into poverty….. I find this to be not merely mendacious, but cruelly reprehensible, as well as morally indefensible. This kind of thing MUST be stopped, and the people responsible MUST be held responsible for their lies….

“Let honor be as strong to us an obligation as necessity is to others.” — Pliny the Elder

This is the ONLY solution to the problem, ffolkes…. In today’s society, our beloved ruling class has learned that it can act according to expediency, by claiming it as necessity, without any lasting consequences for them, and the public lets them do it. Only when honor replaces expediency can we hope to see society begin to function in the best interests of all; until that happens, only the power-hungry will be served in that respect. I cannot see how it will happen at all, unless the majority of humanity can put aside its blinders, and start calling a spade a spade…. which, historically, has never happened…. That is, after all, why we are in this mess in the first place….
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Hmm….. not too shabby, all in all. I’ll take it…. wrap it up and send it over to my hotel, would you? Thanks…..

I’ve always wanted to say that….. Now that is out of the way, I suppose I should try to repair some of this time confusion created by yesterday’s rain delay; if only I had a vague idea of where to start!…… Ah well, fudge it…. it will just have to settle itself, as it always does, given the time…… I’m outta here for today, ffolkes…..  Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..


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

gigoid

Kowabunga!

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4 thoughts on “Patterns in the dust say otherwise…..

  1. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    FFolkes,

    Good morrow. Smart Bee is in a snit, holding back the best pearls in favor of crap. Plus, I’m tired, even though sleep hasn’t been a problem. All that probably gives you the correct idea, which is I didn’t complete a Pearl for you, and will be re-blogging an old one. Pretty old, too, since it came from almost four years ago, when I was still working on format and my own style… Of course, that actually never did gel, but, we’ve learned to cope. For today, coping means going back to sleep for a while…. It’s good to be retired from working, y’know? There are disadvantages to aging; we’ve all heard the stories. I find the perks to be more of a compelling reason to celebrate this time of life. I get to be grumpy when I want, and nobody can tell me when or where to be…. Pretty cool, in my book.

    Enjoy today’s offering, ffolkes. I’ll be back tomorrow, to torment and challenge y’all once again. Go figure….

    See ya

    gigoid, the dubious

  2. First oF all i too..
    love to say
    i love
    re
    tire of
    life wHere
    wheels no longer
    strip of rubber’s comfort..
    triliGht noW neiTher middle
    ‘Fore aft oNly noW oF liVinG liGht..
    Oh yes.. and hello gigoid.. nice to see things
    LooKinG uP for yoU somEwhAT noW liGht too..:)

    “Government is a trust, and the officers of
    the government are trustees; and both the
    trust and the trustees are created for the benefit of the people.”

    – Henry Clay (1777-1852) — Speech at Ashland, Ky., March 1829

    Love is rarely alone
    created iT juST dOes.. moRE..
    trUsT.. as practicing aRt oF liGht..
    that’s A problem Politicians rarely
    Practice Love A bedfellow best of TRuST..;)

    “Imagine, if you will, that I am an idiot.
    Then, imagine that I am also a Congressman.
    But, alas, I repeat myself.” — Mark Twain

    That’s a little
    too simple
    minded for me.. heHe..
    And somEtiMes i like it ThAT way2..;)

    (Dressed in the lion’s skin,
    the ass spread terror far and wide.)

    — Jean de la Fontaine

    i stiLL can’t get over how weak
    how weak buy/fear into Trump clothes like this..
    Ignorance like that makes me laugh like hell..
    and some folks follow it same the same fActs
    for
    bible1
    truth2..
    mostly of course3..;)

    CONSUL, n. In American politics, a person who, having failed to secure and office from the people, is given one by the Administration, on condition that he leave the country.

    — Ambrose Bierce, “The Devil’s Dictionary”

    Some folks do love
    to travel free.. with no votes..:)

    A successful American spends more
    supporting the government than a family. — Smart Bee

    That’s one thing i have in common
    with Trump.. i haven’t paid federal
    tax in almost a decade thanks
    to Bush..
    oh Bush
    oh Bush
    you giver
    of future..
    infrastructure
    for roads.. bridges
    and so much
    other stuff
    of what
    so many folks
    take for granted
    like my socks that
    always find their way
    clean to my wife driven drawers of life..;)

    “All you need in this life is ignorance
    and confidence,
    and then success is sure.”

    — Mark Twain (1835-1910)

    This more more overlays
    the animal fact that
    fearless wins
    fearless
    wins
    fearless
    wins in liFe..
    and is even smArter
    than smart.. ask any high
    scaredy cat IQ dude or
    dudette for the
    correlation
    of
    thAT.. as
    trUe.. Anxiety
    and iQ two peas
    in a thiNk TaNk worry pod..;)

    “Since when is “public safety” the root
    password to the Constitution?” — C. D. Tavares

    Give me Liberty.. etc….;)

    “If Stupidity got us into this mess,
    then why can’t it get us out?”

    — Will Rogers (1879-1935)

    Trump has the answer to that….
    SMArt is as stupid does only
    works for about a third as
    General
    MiNioNs..;)

    A poet is a kind of liar who
    always speaks the truth.

    — Smart Bee

    i try
    i cry
    i try..
    i most
    alWays liE Truth..;)

    “A child said, What is the grass?

    A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
    hands;
    How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
    is any more than he.

    I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
    green stuff woven.

    Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
    A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
    Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we
    may see and remark, and say Whose?

    Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
    of the vegetation.

    Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
    And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
    zones,
    Growing among black folks as among white,
    Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
    same, I receive them the same.

    And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

    Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
    It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
    It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
    It may be you are from old people and from women, and
    from offspring taken soon out of their mother’s laps,
    And here you are the mother’s laps.

    This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old
    mothers,
    Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
    Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

    O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
    And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
    for nothing.

    I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
    and women,
    And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
    taken soon out of their laps.

    What do you think has become of the young and old men?
    What do you think has become of the women and
    children?

    They are alive and well somewhere;
    The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
    And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
    at the end to arrest it,
    And ceased the moment life appeared.

    All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
    And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
    luckier.”

    Walt Whitman

    Change is the end of same..
    Same is hell gAMe
    been there
    going forward..
    alive or dead.. going..
    going away from sAMe..:)

    “Silence can be the biggest lie of all.
    We have a responsibility to speak up;
    and whenever the occasion calls for it,
    we have a responsibility to raise bloody hell.”

    — Herbert Block

    And then
    God created
    the Internet..
    on the 7th day
    of
    never
    rest..;)

    “And it shall come to pass that idiots shall roam the earth,
    and morons shall rule the masses.”

    — Smart Bee

    Prophecy almost
    but not quiet
    fulfilled..
    at least
    this go around it seems..;)

    “Let honor be as strong to us an
    obligation as necessity is to others.”

    — Pliny the Elder

    Perhaps the Internet
    age.. will start to
    make folks
    think
    three times
    before acting..
    unless they care
    not to be part and parcel of the system..;)

    • FRiEnD o’mine,

      *smile*

      Today, I’m smiling for your response(s), to what was, for me in 2012, almost an instinctual process, in terms of picking, in an unconscious way, (as I still do, btw…), each pearl, and pearl set, also called a pearl, using gigoidian logic. Uh oh, just made up a word. Oh, well, Spell Checker learns fast.

      You see, there are actually 3 types of pearls, which I distinguish thus: Each aphorism/quote is a pearl, of virtual wisdom. Each group of pearls, from 1 to the largest so far at 13, I think, is also a pearl, of virtual wisdom, as together, they follow a common train of thought to a usually obscure, but deep lesson for the day.

      The entire creation, from intro to closing, is also a pearl, distinguished from the others by always being referred to by the capitalized version, Pearl(s) of Virtual Wisdom…

      The forgoing, by the way, is a perfect example of the cumulative effects of gigoidian logic’s consistent application, so, use that with caution, as well, should you decide to give it a few dance steps…

      Virtual Wisdom, I think, explains itself…. a one-word disclaimer to examine the gestalt, for its relevance, and applicability to Reality. Always good to give warning when exploring Reality, especially the consensual sort….

      Just thought I’d throw in a bit of history… *wink*

      Like Scoop on KFOG used to say after each segment, “If you don’t like the news, go out & make some of your own.”

      See ya

      Love

      gigoid

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