Ten paces south from the gargoyle….

Ffolkes,
I was warned, but I didn’t listen. Of course, I never believed it could actually happen, not to me….. Like every other fool in history, the admonition of my peers was lost on me, filled as I was to the brim with confidence, and pride in my skill. And, like every other fool in history, I failed, badly….. What is it about wet paint that makes men want to touch it, to find out if it is actually wet? What is it about a “Keep off the Grass” sign that makes our toes itch for the feel of the lawn? Why does a door that says, “No Admittance” make us want to see what is behind it?….. SIGH….. We’re all a bunch of little kids at heart, aren’t we?…. Just trying to find out what the world is made of, and getting told to watch our step…..

Hmm…. I’m not sure where that paragraph came from, nor am I certain at all of where it intended to get to, so, in retrospect, it’s probably just as well that I leave it right there, and not get into any further exploration of that train of thought. It sort of wanders around up there, spinning some light magic, but then fades away, as if unconvinced of its own purpose…. And there I go again, talking about my writing as if it had a will of its own…. Regardless of how out of control this blog may seem to be, the words don’t write themselves, but, I tend to get carried away with my anthropomorphism at times, so, please, bear with me….

Now where shall we go? I’m faced this morning with a totally blank Pearl template…. the only thing I had written ahead is the ending line. Although this is a good thing, it does leave me in fear, as any author would be, faced with such a bright, shiny vast plain of whiteness, just begging to be filled with words of wit and magic, while I cower in abject trepidation at the sheer folly of my ambition, and pray to my muse for salvation….. Since my muse seems to be mad at me again, I could have a long wait….

We’ve got trouble, ffolkes, right here in River City…. It starts with T, and ends with ubble, that’s Trouble, and we’ve got it right here. (Can you hear the trombones?) Once again, the intro section has gotten away from me, and wandered off into areas of my head that could conceivably alter the course of history, should they be brought into the light of day. Since the alterations may or may not be such that they would help, it would probably be best to just give up again, and get on with today’s Pearl. I’m going to have to rely solely on Smart Bee to pull this off, and hope that there are a number of good pearls to get me going…. Only one way to find out, I suppose, so…. Shall we Pearl?…..

“Everyone knows that dragons don’t exist.  But while this simplistic formulation may satisfy the layman, it does not suffice for the scientific mind. The School of Higher Neantical Nillity is in fact wholly unconcerned with what does exist.  Indeed, the banality of existence has been so amply demonstrated, there is no need for us to discuss it any further here.  The brilliant Cerebron, attacking the problem analytically, discovered three distinct kinds of dragon: the mythical, the chimerical, and the purely hypothetical.  They were all, one might say, nonexistent, but each nonexisted in an entirely different way …” — Stanislaw Lem, Cyberiad

Now, that sounds like it belongs here, doesn’t it?…. In a way, you COULD say that this blog nonexists in an entirely different way…..
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As is the case in many instances, when faced with a literary conundrum in the morning, I’m resorting to default, and firing up an old school pearl for your perusal and edification (if that can ever be said to be true of pearls….)…. The following seven pearls were, of course, chosen at random, and without conscious volition, but with an eventual destination in mind…. Today, we are fortunate to note that the destination is also random, as is the conclusion to which you will be led, willy-nilly…. That conclusion is, naturally, left as an exercise for the Gentle Reader…..

“I am not young enough to know everything.” — Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

“Democracy is based on the assumption that a million men are wiser than one  man. How’s that again?  I missed something.” — Robert A. Heinlein

“A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.” — Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

If a cat spoke, it would say things like “Hey, I don’t see a problem here.” — Smart Bee

“Some people think only intellect counts:  knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it.  But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.” — Dean Koontz

“Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?” — Abraham Lincoln

“Do your Duty.  Honor the Truth.  Respect Life.  Share your Love.” ~~ Axiom #7, Peruaosophy

I know, I’m a strange puppy…. If it helps, I mean well….    🙂
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This is a poem I’ve used before…. I like it a lot, and it fits my mood, somehow…. Enjoy!

Shui Tiao Ko Tou

Will a moon so bright ever arise again?
Drink a cupful of wine and ask of the sky.
I don’t know where the palace gate of heaven is,
Or even the year in which tonight slips by.
I want to return riding the whirl-wind! But I
Feel afraid that this heaven of jasper and jade
Lets in the cold, its palaces rear so high.
I shall get up and dance with my own shadow.
From life endured among men how far a cry!

Round the red pavilion
Slanting through the lattices
Onto every wakeful eye,
Moon, why should you bear a grudge, O why
Insist in time of separation so th fill the sky?
Men know joy and sorow, parting and reunion;
The moon lacks lustre, brightly shines; is al, is less.
Perfection was never easily come by.
Though miles apart, could men but live for ever
Dreaming they shared this moonlight endlessly!

Su Tung-p’o
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The issue of gun control is currently a HOT BUTTON issue for a lot of people in this country…. At least, it is for those who enjoy over-reacting to all the violence reported in the news….. They seem to forget that there are now over 7 billion people on this planet, with more crowding on every second, and the increased violence we are seeing is a natural result of overpopulation combined with stupidity, both of which exist in ample supply in our society….

The following is a piece I wrote not long after one of the school shootings in 2012, which, to my mind, pretty well summarizes my objections to the foolish and unwarranted fear that has prompted the idiotic notion of repealing the Second Amendment altogether…. Here is my response to that notion….

“Firearms stand next in importance to the Constitution itself. They are the American people’s liberty teeth and keystone under independence…  From the hour the Pilgrims landed, to the present day, events, occurrences, and tendencies prove that to ensure peace, security, and happiness, the rifle and pistol are equally indispensable….  The very atmosphere of firearms every- where restrains evil interference – they deserve a place of honor with all that’s good.” — George Washington (bogus?)(who cares? I don’t, it doesn’t make it any less true if it was said by someone else…..)

I am constantly hearing people these days spouting off about gun control, and how guns should be outlawed. This is a viewpoint that I have never understood, because it makes a totally unwarranted assumption (more than one actually, but one that is most important….), i.e., guns cause violent behavior, and if people couldn’t legally own them, violence would stop.

This is naive, and unreasonable, given that there is absolutely no evidence to support such a contention. There is no evidence whatsoever that violence is NOT part of human nature; this is a psychological FACT, not subject to debate. People have violent tendencies, and violence is the primary response of a great many people who have never learned how to use their reason to control their emotions.

Though I’ve never owned or carried a gun, I am a firm believer in the Second Amendment to the US Constitution, in its most literal sense. Without the right to bear arms in our own defense, we, as citizens, would be at the mercy of whomever was in office at the time, and would have no recourse at all to any redress of grievance against those officials, since they could not be forced to comply with law.

I do NOT trust any elected official to act in MY best interests; human nature also decrees that they will act in their OWN interests first, with no compulsion to even consider anything else. Making it a law that only police and government lackeys could legally be armed is a sure way to guarantee that the average citizen would be at the mercy of these so-called leaders, mercy being a quality that they have never heretofore demonstrated in any fashion.

As I said, I don’t own or carry guns, yet. I’ve trained myself to be dangerous without the use of them, and feel no fear that I cannot deal with an armed man to my benefit; this is simply because it is the person holding the gun that is the danger, not the gun itself. Speed, power, and accuracy are the key elements to controlling a violent situation, along with some forethought and preparation, and the ability to keep a clear mind when under duress.

When a person is holding a gun, they feel ten feet tall and invincible, but they remain human, and humans can be controlled with superior strategy and tactics. It does no good to hold a gun, when the target won’t sit still, or even remain visible….. and in these cases, that sense of invulnerability becomes a liability to the gun-wielder.

However, most Americans do not have this sort of skill set, nor the state of mind that makes it work. In the hands of a skilled warrior, a gun becomes a dangerous weapon indeed, for it will be used to achieve the warrior’s goals, as any weapon would, and not employed to merely bully others into doing what is desired, which is the usual use of these kinds of weapons in the hands of the ignorant and deceitful. And politicians, by the very nature of their sociopathy, do get rather deceitful in the pursuit of their self-centered ends. The desire to be in public office, to me, is a sure sign of a sick mind, as a healthy one has no need to assume power over others, being content to be in control of themselves.

At this point in the narrative, I got a bit sarcastic, caustically so, directed at those shrill advocates of this kind of legal oppression, laws that attempt to legislate morality,  so I’ve stopped it here to avoid offending anyone unduly. I agree with the need to tighten the regulations regarding assault weapons, but not as far as is wanted by the fear-mongers.

I also think it is a good idea to keep guns out of the hands of children, and people who have demonstrated the lack of emotional control needed by a free citizen of this country, to own and use a gun appropriately, i.e. the mentally ill, who are characterized by a lack of impulse control…. Not a good characteristic for someone with a gun in their hands….

But, once again, I must caution people to examine any laws that do get passed closely, for going farther than intended, which the people in charge have a tendency to do, to slip stuff by the public….

I’ll try to wake up your precautionary instincts by asking this….. If the insane are not to be allowed full rights as a citizen, who is it that gets to decide who is insane?  The same issues of trust are present, or absent, in that idea, as in the assumption that the Beloved Ruling Class will act in our best interests….. They can be trusted to act in their own interests first, and we all would do well to keep that in mind…..

“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.” — Bob Dylan
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There are many here among us who are CERTAIN that life is but a joke, Bob, and today’s effort is simply further evidence in support of that conviction…. But, today’s Pearl is done, so, who cares? Not me….. Having cheated a bit, by reprinting a couple of items, I’ve got some time to kill…. But, rather than fill it by tormenting y’all any further, I’ll be a nice little blogger, and leave you in peace….

Happy Valentine’s Day, ffolkes….

May love and joy light your way,
and keep you warm this winter’s day….

Y’all take care out there, and May the Metaphorse be with you…..


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

gigoid

dozer3

17 thoughts on “Ten paces south from the gargoyle….

  1. I thank Mary Helen for her reblog as this is first time to read your posts…A very genuine message and i was deeply moved by your words. You are a very good writer my friend and I shall return soon!

    • Thank you, Wendell…. and welcome to ECR! I’m glad you enjoyed today’s effort, and look forward to both seeing you here again, and reading what you’ve done on your site… I do try to get to everyone’s new posts, and answer every comment, but don’t always succeed as well as I’d like… But, I read a lot, and really fast, so, now that I’m following your blog, it will show new posts in my reader….. I’ll get there, fear not… Have a good Valentine’s Day, and Blessed Be…. 🙂

  2. A guy painted his garden bench green – you know the type with wooden strips – I meant the bench. Of course, been a man, after his toil, he rewarded himself with a can of beer – aching feet, so he sat on the bench. The rest as they say, is history and hilarity.

    Moral of the story – have a beer or ten first, before you paint the bench. Or, at least wear green pants.

    Hope you had a Happy Valentines – I certainly did — Hic! —- Hic! —– Hic 🙂

    • 🙂 Well, if it was Mr. Green Jeans, nobody would have noticed, would they? He’d blend right in on the bench, and nobody would see the green stripes when he stood up…. Slick, eh?…. Happy, hic, Valentine’s Day to you, too, bro…. 🙂

  3. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:

    Ffolkes,

    The visit with my grandson yesterday went superbly, including the impromptu baseball game, which I managed without injury. It did, however, reinforce to me the sixty years between our ages, as I came home & collapsed, taking two naps, and falling out so early, no Pearl for today was even considered. Hence, a re-blog, to get us to tomorrow with some dignity. Well, as much as ever happens here. Enjoy, & I’ll see y’all tomorrow….

    gigoid, the fatigued

  4. “If a cat spoke, it would say things like
    “Hey, I don’t see a problem here.” — Smart Bee”

    At the bottom of my many
    illnesses.. in perhaps the
    coldest
    month
    of my life.. 2008..
    our cat Arthur.. a
    brown tabby.. then
    15 LBS of power.. just
    14 years old.. young..
    alWays strived to
    enter the home..
    but no go..
    as cat
    hair
    meant
    closed air
    ways for me then..
    but it didn’t matter
    as i had become so
    weak that my calves
    of legs withered away
    and Arthur the Noble
    Wild one passed
    right through
    my shins
    for a
    warm day
    in shelter way..
    and since i was
    already long past
    ready to die.. i said
    fuck it.. and gave in to him..
    but the strangest thing happened..
    i did not sneeze.. and perhaps
    it was more ’cause
    i was already
    at the
    lowest
    point and no
    longer cared enough
    to sneeze.. hehe.. but anyWay..
    perhaps that cat actuAlly strengthened
    my immune system.. or better yet worked
    it away from destroying my own body
    in auto immune system
    disease way..
    i will always
    have a
    cat and F iT
    i’ll bE oNE too..!
    Da miT as they don’t
    need a book to survive!
    and they don’t need any
    fucks..! they just do it.. and move on..
    but anyway.. when i try to explain to the
    dudes at the gym.. that my gorilla sounds
    are just me unleashing.. releasing..
    mY inner beast
    as i cannot make those
    kind of LOUD decibels
    bY the
    animal
    with the ‘alpha’
    head in the general
    public.. iN fAct.. i tale them
    i am mild mannered.. more
    easy to believe when i do the
    ballet act in moving grace..
    and then i ask
    them.. have
    you ever
    seen a
    Lion walk or
    measured the size
    of their testicles.. weLL yes..
    they walk very gracefully like
    a ballerina with a heavy chest too..
    and let’s just say the weaker parts
    are easier to rip off in a fight with
    claws and
    sharp
    canines
    for sure..
    Adapt to challenge..
    change.. or perish..
    the laws
    of the
    Jungle
    do remain
    for those who
    are smARt enough
    to remember the Art noW
    oF the animal kingdom within..
    oH.. the sanitary napkin of culture
    you do take.. Wild and Free.. Grace
    and Strength.. Compassion.. Sharing
    Giving.. Moving.. Connecting.. and Creating
    Away.. oh.. to forget you is bliss.. oh.. to live
    is to remember and JUST DO iT noW OG! yeS!
    to bE
    WiLd
    aNd Free aGaiN..
    BEast i was.. BEaSt i am..
    Beast i WilL bE iN hAIR oF Y i..:)

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