Orgiastic impulses neatly excised….


“The supreme triumph of reason is to cast doubt upon its own validity.”

~~ Miguel de Unamuno ~~

resting warrior

The warrior rests….

Hajime…. There are times when the life changes we all go through as we age become habitual, or at the least, routinely present in such a way as to seem to be de rigeur. For me, this principle seems to apply heavily to my physical issues, complicated by my own lack of patience with my body’s steady decline in functions which have been, for most of my life, taken for granted as being a permanent characteristic, to wit; an ability to DO anything at all I wished my body to do, and, do it well. Now, I must think ahead, to account for the failures of strength or resilience that once were unknown to me. Quite frankly, it’s a pain in the ass, but, then, by this time, we also know it ain’t goin’ away….

I really didn’t mean to start off with a litany of the complaints of the aged, but, having again spent a restless night of trying to find a position comfortable enough to fall asleep, until about 0130 am, when I finally fell asleep until about 0430…. whereupon the cat insisted it was time to get up & feed her, and open a window for her to monitor the birds. Hence, here I am, old, tired, & grumpy, again, a state which seems to be turning into a rather more permanent condition than I really would like; it’s fun to be grumpy, after a life of holding in one’s angst, but, most of the time, one ends up dumping on the wrong person, so, it’s best to try to avoid such a state when possible, to keep from developing bad moral habits.

Gee, do ya think I’ve been too personal? Or, just too chatty? Well, I do, and I’m the one typing here, so, I think we’ll just get on with the rest of this mess, since much of it still needs to be either polished up for reading, or, simply put in the correct format. I do, in spite of not trying to become famous, take some pride in my work; just because nobody is paying me doesn’t mean I don’t have to do my best. And, that statement, by itself, is one we have heard from far too few people in the world for a long time, as the moral/ethical status of humanity has gone into the toilet as the oligarchy has become more entrenched, and the populace has become more, and more, stupid and venal. Not many folks these days care much about the quality of anything they produce, as long as they get what they want from doing it. Quality isn’t even on the job specs, at all….

Ah well, no need to start ranting in the intro; yesterday’s re-blog said all that much more clearly, and much more compellingly than what I just related. Since that’s so, I guess I’ll just employ one of the Tardis Toys, and be done with it. You might want to hang on to something; this one makes some sharp turns….

Shall we Pearl?

“You think the only people who are people,
Are the ones who look and think the way you do,
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You’ll learn the things you never knew you never knew…

You can own the Earth and still,
All you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.”

~~ Stephen Schwartz, Colors of the Wind ~~



    Most days here at ECR, if you see the icon above, you’d think, “classical music”. Most days, you’d be right. Today, however, I’m indulging myself, and it just means we’re listening to the best guitar player I know of, all-around. There may be better musicians in some genres who can be considered his equal. But, for my taste, his work is the best of the best, for every kind of music he has attempted in his time. It might just be me, but, a lot of ffolkes seem to agree…. Enjoy, ffolkes; I intend to do so myself, so, y’all may as well join in…. Here’s Eric, with an acoustic guitar and a few friends….


Eric Clapton





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    I’m late, I’m late, etc….. Since I am, here is a decent little rant from a few years ago to fill in this section. Enjoy!….

From 2/3/2013:

“People see what they have been conditioned to see;
they refuse to see what they don’t expect to see.”

~~ Merle P. Martin ~~

This statement is one that will find some strong agreement here, as it is as clear an indictment of the unwashed masses as I’ve ever seen; it places some of the blame on their oppressors, as it should, but still manages to show where people are responsible for their own ignorance, in spite of how they may be conditioned…. One may not be responsible for their conditioning, but they are still responsible for what they refuse to acknowledge as truth, and Mr. Martin has given them little room to wiggle out of that responsibility…..

In some ways, y’all might think that I tend to obsess about those who are manipulating society. and the impending global catastrophes that I see as inevitable. In a way, you could be right…. it COULD be called obsession, since I do take at least one shot a day at the BRC and the priestly hierarchies; if I don’t hit them regularly, I just feel empty, and incomplete….. But, I don’t lose any sleep over it, so I think my concerns are still in the rational stages of evolution. What can be challenging is finding new ways to approach the subject, that will show the assholes for what they are, and what they are doing to the rest of us, and still not bore the reader senseless…. it’s hard to motivate someone who has fallen asleep….

“The worth of the State, in the long run, is the worth of the individuals composing it, and a State which postpones the interest of their mental expansion and elevation to a little more of administrative skill, or of that semblance of it which practice gives in the details of business… will find that with small men no great thing can be accomplished.” — John Stuart Mill, ‘On Liberty’, 1859

The other day, someone asked me a question about a statement I had made, to the effect that I believed that the usurpation of the Constitution began within minutes of it being signed…. She asked me how I knew that, and at the time, I gave her the answer that occurred to me at the time, to wit: I know this because I know human nature, and the money lenders and bankers wouldn’t have wanted to wait even a minute to try to get their two cents into the process, in order to start turning it to their advantage….. And Mr. Mill has, with this statement, shown us how they went about that perversion….

During elections, and often in the time prior to the announcement of the candidates and their platforms, there is a loud lamentation that there are no GOOD candidates to be found, that the men and women who end up running for office are NOT the most qualified for the job, but merely those who WANT it for their own reasons (you can bet that altruism is NOT one of those reasons….). In fact, to my mind, the single most qualifying characteristic I would like to see in ANY candidate would be a lack of desire to get elected; in other words, in order to be well-qualified, they have to NOT want to get elected…. It’s the only way we can trust them not to steal so much….

“Intelligence has nothing to do with politics.”

~~ Londo Molari ~~

What we have in reality is that ALL of those who run for office are people who WANT POWER; the exceptions are too few to be statistically significant, so I use the word ALL with that caveat. Sure, occasionally, a person who really doesn’t want to be in office, but happens to be the most qualified, gets persuaded by friends that they can do some good, and they are popular enough, and intelligent enough, to get elected. Once in office, though, they generally discover that their opportunities to do good for others are severely limited by the efforts of their peers, who have no interest whatsoever in looking after the people, unless it serves their own purpose.

“Every man is a damn fool for at least five minutes every day;
wisdom consists in not exceeding the limit.”

~~ Elbert Hubbard ~~

It’s hard to say whether writing pieces such as this one is a part of my five minutes, or whether it is part of the other side of the coin, which prevents me from reaching my limit…. Either way, I’m starting to understand that, since I’m shouting into the wind, pretty much, with these political and social diatribes, I need to keep them fairly short, and uncomplicated, or I will lose my audience to boredom with the repetitive nature of what I’m writing. Yes, we need to be aware that most of our Beloved Ruling Class are assholes, and need to be culled from the human herd….. but railing about it too much will only defeat my purpose, which is to educate and stimulate, hopefully to action that will serve to help the situation….

So rather than exceed my limit for the day, we’ll leave this here, and hope that what I’ve written will cause at least a touch of bleeding in the BRC, even if it’s only a scratch…. Better now to go look for some poetry, to soothe my fevered brow….

“I know everything about everything, except that.”

~~ Smart Bee ~~



Premises, premises….

Tricked, I stumble, and I fall
   dreaming, through an abandoned palace.
Frightened and wary, unheard my call
   fading into memory, no cup, no argent chalice.

The people, crushed, cry out to be freed
   asking only to take part, or travel.
Nascent oaths spotlight such bursting need
   fed by treachery, deep from our well.

Only the wicked shall find their way blocked
   justice seeks them, snug in their hole.
Faint praises never touched, but naked, stalked
   singing no gospel, no soul, no rock and roll.

Only the promised will remember the way
   from unforgiven trails of sorrow.
To live life, and give death no sway,
   saving grace for our only tomorrow.

~~ gigoid ~~




    In order to finish in good time, I must again go to the well, er, archives. Here is one from the day after the rant I used above. I hope you enjoy it….

From 2/4/2013:

Once again, fate has conspired to force my hand, to the point where I must prevaricate in order to stay on track…. which is to say, I’ve been stupid, and lost my way to wherever it was I’d planned to go…. As is my wont in such cases, we will go old school, with a group of pearls that all have something to say about something or other…. Today, we’ll address stupidity, and how all of us on the bus may fall prey to it at times…. Sometimes you eat the bear, and sometimes, the bear eats you, as they say…. Here are some thoughts on the matter from some pretty famous ffolkes, and a couple not so widely known, but respected for their wisdom in their own circle….

“The majority of the stupid is invincible and guaranteed for all time. The terror of their tyranny, however, is alleviated by their lack of consistency.” — Albert Einstein

“There is no sin except stupidity.” — Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), “The Critic as Artist”, 1891

“There is no nonsense so arrant that it cannot be made the creed of the vast majority by adequate governmental action.” — Bertrand Russell (1872-1967), “An outline of Intellectual Rubbish”

“Stupid is as stupid does.” — Mrs. Gump, Forrest’s mama

“The only evidence against evolution are its opponents.” — Smart Bee

Boy, if that ain’t the Truth, in big, shiny letters ten feet tall!…. In contrast, below you will find one of my all time favorite aphorisms, from my all time favorite author, advising us of what we CAN be, if we choose….

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, and die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.” — Robert A. Heinlein, The Notebooks of Lazarus Long


I have fulfilled my vow; this allows me to enter the remainder of the day with a clear conscience, if not complete serenity. Good enough. I’ll even forgo any further idiocy here, and merely say, see y’all tomorrow, when I will make yet another attempt at transforming my inner demons into intelligent discourse…. Sure I will….

Y’all take care out there,
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.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

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À bientôt, mon cherí….


7 thoughts on “Orgiastic impulses neatly excised….

  1. “Intelligence has nothing to do with politics”….we prove that every damn day.

    A terrific album! Music to soothe the savage beast….speaking of savage beast…Leelu looks like she had a ruff night fighting with her nemesis…..have a good day my friend….chuq

    • LOL…. she’s tired from dodging my feet all night as I toss & turn…. I’m glad you enjoyed today’s mess. Eric is, IMLTHO, just simply the best of his genre; nobody else approaches his versatility and genius of improvisation.

      You have a good one, too, ami… I’ll be by to get snarky….



  2. i am an Anthro’poligist’..
    defending the human condition..
    where the word was the original
    away from
    painting with
    the colors of the wind..
    the first step of
    being human
    is becoming
    instead of word..
    the next step is getting
    naked and returning to
    human nature aLL FReED
    as such.. like mE.. heHE..
    funny no one in
    my little
    red state
    town.. all of who
    oF mY fundamentalist
    ‘friends’.. have the nerve
    to confront me about my
    nakedness.. are 0.. but that’s the
    given right of any naked animal
    who learns to be.. just be..
    fearless with his friends
    or foes same
    as strong…
    Funny hows life works
    all the REAL ANSWERS are already
    here within.. but the ocean becomes a
    word and humans become labels and
    even God of aLL of Nature
    iS reduced
    to label
    as a word
    as a symbol
    as an ideal
    in a book….
    Naked teaches us who
    God iS.. within us.. as the
    skIN that is warmed bY the Sun
    from head to toe.. is the same sKin
    of God as the ocean free and the colors
    of the Wind
    greater than
    any manmade
    rainbow can imagine
    in the priSon of Words..
    Where God becomes a label..
    and whatever else the darkness
    of human imagination locked in words
    can create next.. from yes.. warm baths
    to the killing
    fires of
    bomb hell..
    The word is the
    devil.. the animal is free with
    God of Nature Naked and holding
    All hands in Ocean as any civilized
    without the
    clothes of sin..
    Anyway.. ‘someone’ already
    said this.. but almost no one
    understands what he meant..
    whomever it was who
    wrote it..
    but true
    bEinG naked iN a desert
    or on a beach WiLL
    bRinG one
    to the
    iN LIgHT
    as remnants
    of real stars
    we are..
    but wait..
    that’s not the
    original quote
    iT iS..
    dedicated to
    the lie of the
    37 iS a
    TO GO AL
    WAYS NOW..
    OF REAL..:)

    37) His disciples said to him, “When will you be visible to us,
    and when shall we behold you?”
    He said, “When you strip naked without being ashamed, and
    take your garments and put them under your feet like little
    children and tread upon them, then you will see the child of the
    Living, and you will not be afraid.”

    “And then God
    said.. i WiLL
    defeat the devils

    And as you kNow gigoid.. i alWays attribute
    those who inspire me in this life.. friend
    or foe.. or anonymous.. who knoWs/feels
    me not.. it matters not.. one of the
    other inspirations of this
    poem.. is one i
    came across
    of StInky
    little did he knoW..
    he was
    of mE iN
    tHe REAL
    or not..
    as the
    D E V I L I V E D
    HeHE.. i love
    to be underestimated
    and so does God AS Free..
    “WE” used to be at odds.. butT
    even on TV LAST NIGHT..
    (Lucifer TV
    show reference)
    we gET along
    just fine
    as One
    force of REAL
    L O V E without F E A R..
    when God and the Devil
    up and
    K I S S..

    • Ah, my brother Fred… a nice song to complement my post, as always.

      You may have noted I’ve missed commenting on some of your posts, and a few of your comments here. I will confess now, I can’t keep up with your level of production, and have decided to play hit and miss with them. I do read them all, and hit the button to let you know I was there, but, there is so much in each one, it becomes beyond my stamina to put together a coherent comment, as I’m usually tired by then. That’s why I come back at times….

      Just wanted you to know, I am not ignoring the posts or comments, for I consider them nearly mandatory reading, if only for the new directions they often send my thoughts…

      Gotta go, trying to be productive on little sleep again…

      See ya, mon ami


      gigoid, the dubious


      • SMiLes mY friend..
        what i find iS.. it offends
        some folks even the time
        or effort to scroll past my
        posts when iN traffic.. so
        just my
        iS alWays
        a surprise
        to me.. wherever i go..
        but you have alWays made
        me welcome friend.. and that
        iS alWays enough for me.. and
        such an all natural blesSinG
        yoUr mind iN reason
        and creativity
        here iS..
        for just
        the inspiration
        i needed to complete
        a Novel 1 and 2 just
        for fun.. It is in the
        art of writing and
        now to gRow
        now my Truth
        and LiGht as iS
        Ocean Free whereveR
        i am allowed with shores
        that no longer aT NoW..
        hold the waves of i back..
        Happy to wave free here..
        my friend.. and that surely
        iS enough.. as just my existence
        has been enough for people in some
        other places to run me off.. as documented
        now and now again.. in the reality show
        that iS FuLLy now the SonG oF mY soUL
        that yes.. iS
        a traveLinG
        bLog as WeLL..
        Free WiNs.. alWays
        has alwayS WiLL Find
        a way wITh Fearless Love..:)

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