Ffolkes,
~~ Robert Browning ~~
Break Time
Hajime….. Good morrow, ffolkes. As I sit to write today, I find myself more than merely reluctant to begin, for I am, alas, unsure of what to say. Not to say that’s ever stopped me before, but, today, I am suffering from the aftereffects of a major battle, complete with increased pain, fatigue, and, the natural accessory for those, a major grumpfest. Oh, good, spell-checquer doesn’t like my coined words; how droll!…. To continue, as is probably clear by now, I’ve got nothing significant to say, other than to inform you today’s Pearl will be severely truncated, because I’m taking the day off. I may even take tomorrow off; if I do, you won’t know until then, because I feel like it.
When I say severely truncated, I mean it, too. All you get today is a rant, and this intro. I know, I know, cruel, but, necessary for my own sanity, trust me. The mood I’m in today, nobody really wants to hear what I have to say, (even though they might find out anyway, if I find the energy to visit any other blogs, and have the urge to let this out on a politico, or a neocon…. but, that doesn’t count anyway, not even karmically….), and, I really would prefer to avoid any lawsuits today…. It would only make things worse, and the world isn’t ready for worse…..
All that said, to little point, or use, I’ll get on with this mess, and leave y’all be for now. I could use one of the Tardis toys to get us onward, but, it seems a waste for so little result, as we are witnessing today. Perhaps I’ll just let this die a relatively natural death, by saying I appreciate the courtesy y’all show us in these lesser states of being; there is still hope in the world when people like those I find here, and on the Net, share the compassion they have with each other…. as they do on a regular basis. It does make this a much more fulfilling experience…. On that pleasant note….
Shall we Pearl?
~~ H.L. Mencken ~~
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As advertised, one rant. This one is in belated honor of International Women’s Day, which was yesterday. I sort of missed it, as I didn’t catch any of whatever advance notice there was, or wasn’t. Regardless, this is a rant on a subject which is perfectly suited for that day, as it speaks of what I call The Plague of Evil, an issue which has contributed to our species’ complete lack of moral growth for our entire history….
From 3/8/2013:
Smart Bee is having a tough morning, pearl-wise; I can’t seem to find a single worthy quote…. so, I’m going to fall back on my vast repertoire of Past Pearls, which I try not to abuse by using too often. In fact, I think this is only the second time in almost two years I’ve done so…. Any who, this particular pearl is a tough one… I wrote it last July, on the third of that month, and it remains as valid today as it was then…. Perhaps more so, as the situation has changed not at all, nor will it until people start to realize the extent of the problem…. I won’t say “enjoy”, as you won’t…. I will say, “listen up, please”…..
“I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.” — Chang-tzu, Taoist
So, as it turns out, I am a coward. What I mean by that is, when it comes to emotional pain, I will go through all sorts of contortions to avoid it. I will distract myself, I’ll deny, I’ll forget…. all time-tested methods of putting something unpleasant aside. I can say in my own defense that a) I’ve already experienced enough turmoil in my life, and don’t need more, and b) I have yet to start lying to myself about being a coward in this area…..
How does the butterfly koan apply? That’s for me to know, and you to figure out…. No, really, sorry, I didn’t mean that, just fooling around. It applies because the world exists in duality; we perceive that universe by defining and evaluating those dualities according to their relation to each other (light/dark, etc.) as well as according to our own preconceptions and/or preferences. Sometimes what we perceive is clear and readily defined, while at other times, one can make no “heads or tails” of what we see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. And sometimes, the perceptions are just so powerful that we cannot easily deal with what we are perceiving, so we retreat from them. Or I do, anyway….
Now, my cowardice in this respect is, perhaps, justifiable. I put myself through a lot of hard times during certain periods in my life, and the emotional toll was heavy. I am now more in balance, but the feelings and thoughts I had can come back in full force, at unexpected moments… Such is the case when I read about the sex trade, and think about how many of my sisters in the world are still being abused, physically and mentally, by the misogynistic assholes that perpetrate the atrocities so prevalent in that trade.
I have previously re-blogged several articles from blog sites written by women who have survived, and left, the sex trade. The stories they tell, and the insights they have come to have, are incredibly powerful, and wrenching to the emotions. It is a rare thing for me to be able to stop myself from crying after reading the first paragraph, and it can take me ten minutes to read a two page article, as I have to stop and compose myself before returning to the story being related. I am always astounded by the strength of mind it took for them to get where they are, and I grieve for the pain and misery they still must contend with, as survivors of Hell, burdened with PTSD (my old friend….).
Reading their stories also have the effect on me of wanting to buy a gun, and start eliminating some of the traffickers from the planet. This urge arises out of my anger and guilt, for it is males who perpetrate the atrocities, and I am ashamed of how low others of my gender can sink. But, alas, until I CAN afford to buy one, that little dream will have to wait…..
All I can do is to try to make people aware of the extent of the problem, by directing them to the stories told by the women who have lived through that Hell, with re-blogs and pearls such as this one. That is why I say I’ve been a coward, because my mind cravenly hid the awareness that connects to the outrage I feel when I get started on this issue, not being brave enough to put my emotions up on that higher level….and used the technical glitch I’ve been having with WordPress as an excuse (I’m currently unable to connect to any other WP sites if I’m signed in… I just get sent to a blank page while the browser falls into an infinite loop….).
Hence this somewhat dispassionate discussion of the issue. I’ve managed to get through this without bursting into tears, so I’ll consider myself lucky, and make myself a promise to re-blog for them as soon as I can get there to do so…. and I’ll not let myself chicken out…. This is an issue that will not go away; we men will never be free until we free our sisters from this bondage….
To read some of these articles yourself, use the WordPress search function to find these three sites, by blog titles…. Diary of A Dublin Call Girl; rmott62- Are We Not Human?; and Stella Mar, a Manhattan Call Girl…. all three have powerful messages that need to be spread around the planet….
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Okay, that’s all I’ve got today. I’m not sure, at this point, whether I’ll be any better off by tomorrow; hard to say at this point. But, I’ll be here, if only to let y’all know I won’t be here. Meantime, y’all stay chill, and be happy, as best you may…. I’ll be back, as somebody once said. See ya….
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…
When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.
Which is Why….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

À bientôt, mon cherí….
Leelu looks like I feel today…..I have been reading bin Laden’s documents doing a little research and my brain has turned to Playdoh…..sux having pain issues…I wish I could get a little sleep but between pain and a brain that will not shut down…I am screwed….LOL Hope your day gets better my friend….chuq
Aye, me, too, my friend; it will, as I get to go yell at bureaucrats today, at our energy company, who have been fucking with me, to their lasting regret today.
Pain sux, for sure; fortunately, for me, it does pass to a lower level after a time; just a matter of endurance. And, today it’ll provide me with good strong fuel for my grump…
You have a good one, too, amigo….
gigoid
Give ’em Hell! It will make you feel so much better…..LOL chuq
Ah yes.. my friend.. gigoid.. i too would have
missed Women’s Day without the reminder
of Women.. of course..
and sex trade.. ah yes.. that
comes in so many forms..
but only consensual iS free..
and there are so many
forms of institutionalized
prostitution and rape..
that is at core
truly not
consensual
at all..
and placed
at the blesSinG
of a Devil named God..
Allah or WTF.. as human
slaves.. are human slaves..
without relative Free WiLL to
pick and choose
who they
do the WiLD
thing or just
plain non-messy
Emotional Love wiTh next…
but anyway.. Women are having
the last word in even the red state
most patriarchal area wHere i live..
iF they so choose.. as in the
case of my last Thursday
dance.. an 18 year
old sober girl..
who is not old
enough to
drink can
appreciate
the wiLd and
Free Dance of
a Two Spirit.. New
Age Indian man.. at
55 with a kiss on the
ear and a wildest booty
dance of ALL.. and sure
i WiLL comply in SpiRit
at Least..
as Free
iS Free
end
and begiNNing
of story now.. now
when consensual
and in this case for
me.. yes.. consensual
with shorts on..
and women
who ARE
empowered
just as much or
even more than
men now.. wHere
i LivES iN balance oF
Masculine and Feminine
ceNter.. wheRe GOES anything Free
and Loving God without harm to others.. noW..
the tides are changing from Patriachy to
Egalitarianism.. to even Matriarchy
as our ‘primitives’ liveD
iN peace as weLL.. iN
Ocean no borders..
and the proof
iS iN the
Bonobo feMales
who once again Rub
Love wITh each other
wheTher theRe
are NOW
conseNsual
maLes iN the
area or not..
WiLd’in hAiry
wE were freE
Wild and HaiRy
we are stiLL freeR
APES STRONGER TOGEThEr..
AND.. i’m just here to usher iN and
Report the Good News of the Good
Old
age
again
NOW..
Child wE iS
BORN AGAIN..:)
Nice…. I’m in & out today; will try to catch up tonight, if my pain cooperates…
On my way to do battle; have a good day there on the other coast….
gigoid
And ha! the title of your current
blog post.. looking back on iT
now.. per..
“Flagrant passions arise
from mundane roots”
is InspiRatiOn…
enough for
this
comment
huh.. wITh
biG wInks2..:)
😉
please don’t shoot anyone… it wouldn’t do to miss your blogs ‘cuz you ended up in jail, or a fugitive
but i understand. take care…
Well… thanks. If I actually had done so, I’d be more than a mere bozo to say so. That said, I have, thus far, controlled that impulse, with my basic human decision to not kill, each day when I get up.
SIGH. It’s a tough, tough, decision some days…..
At my age, though, blogging does, at least, give me a sublimation, so, I’ll keep at it, until somebody stops me…
😉
Glad you’re enjoying my messes…
gigoid, the dubious
😎
i won’t stop you either way! 😛
peace