Pecans? Or, Icons? Same price….


“He that feareth is a slave,
were he never so rich, were he never so powerful.
But he that is without fear is king of all the world.”

~~ E. R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros ~~

head in

Where’d it go?….

Hajime…. Sometimes, one must take what one gets. That’s not too hard when what I got feels like a small, yet tasteful prize for hard work; in truth, that’s exactly what it was/is. To keep from falling into my usual chatty mode, I’ll be brusque; I got some damn sleep, after an extended battle to get there. And, I can honestly say, some is better than none. I’m gonna take it, and run….

Where to run is another question. In fact, it’s both a rhetorical, and a moot question this morning, as I managed to complete this Pearl yesterday, but for this opening section, and a few words at the end. Not bad for an old fart who can’t sit for long. Got a few mini-rants in over at my friend’s site, too, mitigated in effect by having found an excellent archived piece, a combination rant and old-school indictment, first thing, as a treat for today’s post. Since I also received a shipment of the proper treatment for some of my pain, it was a productive day, all in all.

So productive, I’m bound & determined to keep this to a reasonable size, so we can get right into the mess for today. As a matter of fact, it would probably be best to just end this now, just as if I’d planned it that way. Hell, nobody will know for sure whether I did, or not; for that matter, I’m not even sure if I did. There are some vague memories in there, but, I don’t want to take credit where credit isn’t due. Aw, crap. I’m losing it again, aren’t I? These damn threads of consistency are tough to maintain in the early morning, even WITH a half-cup of almost pure caffeine on board. To make it seem like it WAS a plan, we’ll use this switch right here to get us gone, before anyone notices. Watch your step, please…..

Shall we Pearl?….

“It is better to copulate than never.”

~~ Lazarus Long ~~



Antonio Vivaldi ~ The Red Priest

For a few years near the end of my work career as a psychiatric technician, I was working with severely developmentally disabled teens & young adults. Ninety or more percent of the individuals were bed-ridden, unable to walk or move about without assistance. As a result, they required 24 hour care to enable them to live a life with any degree of quality; in point of fact, most would not be able to survive at all without such care….

For about 11 months, I worked the night shift, during which time, as might be expected, it got pretty quiet, as none of these individuals could speak. To keep from going completely batty from the relative silence, I played music that would not disturb their sleep, of which, naturally, this piece was foremost in my regard, for its excellence, and that timeless quality that allows one to hear it time after time, and find new joy in each hearing. I defy anyone with any wit or heart to not enjoy this…. In this case, I think the correct admonition is, Abondanza!….


Antonio Vivaldi
The Four Seasons





Sandclock .jpg

    In recent posts, I’ve limited my fresh ranting, simply because of the time constraints I’ve found to be extant while I’m having pain issues. I have plenty of passion and angst that needs to be vented, but, not the solid block of time required to compose a coherent indictment of our BRC and the oligarchs who are their puppet masters. The little bit of time I’ve been on other sites has apparently fulfilled my venting requirements for the time being, so, for today, I’m using a rather extensive older piece, from a day in which my rage got the better of my pain… I enjoyed it, so, why don’t you?….

From 9/2/2014:

“The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.” — Ursula K. LeGuin, “The Dispossessed”

One coined word…. OUTFUCKINGRAGEOUS…. though, not at all surprising, the information, and quotes, in this article are, to say the least, infuriating, and, oh, I don’t know…. it makes me want to take these assholes by the lapel, and just bitch-slap them, to see if THAT might get them to HAVE A FUCKING CLUE…..

Whew!… Okay, I feel a little better… Sorry to have shouted at you, or, in your apparent direction; it was never aimed at y’all, or anyone I’ve ever called “ffolkes”… No, my anger and outrage is confined to the bloody idiots, such as the one in the article who said, and I quote, directly from the article, “Obviously, when hiring someone who will serve as a public servant in law enforcement we do a thorough background check,” Corney said. “We turn over every stone. … Even now, it’s not a perfect system. So why would we want to restrict it?”

Do you hear it? The subtext in what he states here? “why would we want to restrict it?” Well, maybe, I thought immediately,  because the law says you are supposed to?. Or, maybe, your “interpretation” of the law makes the (unwarranted) assumption that police forces shouldn’t be restricted by the same laws as the rest of the populace is required to follow?… Perhaps he feels they are ‘entitled’ to not be restricted in their efforts to…. what? To know everything there is to know about everyone? It seems to me, if they were really concerned about the relative trustworthiness of their job applicants, they would have them examined, thoroughly, by a psychologist, or even a psychiatrist, to determine their reliability, their moral and ethical strengths and weaknesses, and the suitability of their persona for this kind of important work…

A psyche evaluation makes much more sense to me; it gives them the information they SHOULD be considering in their candidates, not just their weak, stupid moments, but their tendencies, their decision-making skills, their flexibility, their courage, etc…. All of that, and more, would be much clearer, without having to invade their privacy, which still should be sacrosanct….

If all those who wished to be police officers at ANY level were required to undergo psyche evaluation, I think we would see a much different, much more intelligent, more efficient, and less violent institution, whose members would, once again, be viewed as they were in the past, as the best examples of integrity, honesty, courage, and, compassion for their fellow man, that our society can produce…. Instead, in today’s society, most police are seen, by the people they are supposed to protect, as examples of arrogant, entitled bullies, flaunting their immunity from the same laws they enforce upon a fearful populace, teeming in poverty, in so many inner city communities across this nation….

Unfortunately, in the minds of today’s modern police, and the mentality of most of those who end up in that field, the laws being enforced should not have to apply to them, or anyone in their position as the “guardians” of society…. In short, the field tends to attract those who need to be regarded as special, and important, just for doing the job they’ve chosen to do, no matter their motivation, or their talent for the job…. Being large, aggressive, and able to follow orders is more highly prized than compassion, judgment, or intelligence, in today’s culture of militarization, a process affecting of all of society….

I gotta take a break…. On Memorial Day, (today) this was the first news item that drew my attention, after finishing all the steps in posting the Pearl for the holiday (as per policy, and practice, I don’t recall mentioning it at all… I never do remember it IS holiday, until I’m done… Well, most of the time, if not never….)… When I read it, and saw the incredibly asinine quote you see excerpted above, I felt like a cherry bomb firecracker going off… I damn near fell out my chair, literally, when I read those words “why would we… etc.”; I was so astounded my whole body gave a big jerk, throwing me off balance, and almost out of the chair…

Any who, break-time…. I’ve been writing straight for twenty minutes, in a rage, and need to settle….  As Arnold said, playing the Terminator “I’ll be….”, well, you know what he said….

I am. Back. But, you knew that, didn’t you? I can always count on y’all to see what is necessary…. Now that I’m back, I’ll tell you…. I’m still mad as hell, and find myself wishing very badly I could justify typing the word “fuck” a few times more, just because it releases the anger so well. But, I also typed so much on this already, my thumb is screaming, so, instead, I’ll inform you that I went to look for some pearls to go with this diatribe… One for the top, one for here, in the middle, to solidify the concepts under discussion, and provide the impetus for the remainder of the rant that is just waiting to burst out onto the screen…

But, rather than take the chance of overdoing it, I’ll finish off these thoughts with the pearls I found… In fact, an entire seven-star old-school pearl, with parameters set to find whatever seems appropriate to the theme of the now-aborted politirant…. You can thank me later for sparing y’all from the rant itself…. I’ll just go sublimate, by going out into the Big Blue Room, & finding some poor officious bureaucrat to torment…. Sounds like fun!….. Y’all enjoy the pearl, and the pearls that make it special…. Hmm…. Since the poetry is next, I think I’ll format this into the center, to blaze the path….


“Earthmen like Ramses, Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler, Lee Kuan. 
Your whole Earth history is made up of men seeking absolute power.”

~~ Spock ~~

Patterns of Force, stardate 2534.7.


`Business!’ cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again.
`Mankind was my business.
The common welfare was my business;
charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence,
were, all, my business.
The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water
in the comprehensive ocean of my business!’

~~ Charles Dickens ~~

~~ A Christmas Carol ~~


“People seldom improve, when they have no other model but themselves to copy.”

~~ Oliver Goldsmith ~~


“I don’t know WHY I said that..  I think it came from the FILLINGS  in my rear molars..”

~~ Zippy the Pinhead ~~


“Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are fools
and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.”

~~ Thornton Wilder ~~


“1935 will go down in History!
 For the first time, a civilized nation has full gun registration!
Our streets will be safer, our police more efficient
and the world will follow our lead to the future!”

~~ Adolf Hitler ~~

~~ (1889-1945), prior to confiscating all civilian firearms ~~


“Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.”

~~ T. S. Eliot ~~


Here’s a link I found, after finishing the above…. It’s perfectly appropriate humor to serve as the final word today on this subject, and is only here to lighten the mood a bit…. Enjoy!

Note from 2016: I found out later I had my holidays mixed up; it was actually Labor Day, but, hey, they’re all just made up days, anyway, put where they are to stimulate commercial activity…. They really have nothing to do with cultural relevance, at all. But, then, that’s actually a pretty good metaphor for our entire governmental range of activity, isn’t it? Yep….




Blown across steppes of imagination, a spore
   finds a niche, takes root,
tries to live longer than now, before
   chaos/peace descends, and desire is moot.

Feathered into fecundity, another possibility
   builds a nest, hatches kin,
aims at immortality, sans responsibility,
   chance manifests, as it does, again.

Leading toward peril, entropy saves creativity,
   making tools, and lazy time;
solid signs imply such simple nativity,
   as another snitch drops his dime.

Subtle compassion billows, passion to unfold,
   covering hearts bloodied by time,
burning flesh made valid, unwaveringly bold,
   turning love to brilliant rhyme.

Years weigh lightly, supported by youth,
   gaining weight with each year,
only the old men know the actual truth,
   peace comes only when we lose our fear.

~~ gigoid ~~



About Hopi Indian Symbols

    Our final pearl for the day is really old-school. I call this a Random Harlequin pearl about Life As We Know It, for, it speaks of things many of us never, or seldom consider, as well as of things with which all of us are familiar, and can feel/see/understand without a qualm. Mostly, I think it’s just stuff it’s good to know, to think about, and, to remember…. All of it, by the way, can be found in your own heart/mind.

“Doubt is the beginning, not the end, of wisdom.” — Ancient Sage Bee

“A good word is an easy obligation, but not to speak ill, requires only our silence, which costs us nothing.” — Tillotson

“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the  black flag, and begin slitting throats.” — H. L. Mencken

“Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise nor blame.” — Thomas A Kempis

“At times the wolves howl and the moon is silent.” — Mystical Bee

“It takes a very long time to become young.” — Pablo Picasso

“Some actions have an end but no beginning; some begin but do not end. It all depends upon where the observer is standing.” — Frank Herbert

“Life is cruel? Compared to what?” — Edward Abbey

“At any price that I can pay, let me own myself. And the price is worth  paying if you keep what you have bought… A man may apply his independence to what is called worldly advantage, and discover too late that he  laboriously has made himself dependent on a mass of external conditions for the maintenance of which he has sacrificed himself. So he may be  festooned with the whole haberdashery of success, and go to his grave a castaway. Some men hold that the risk is worth taking. Others do not. It is to those that I have spoken.” — Rudyard Kipling, speech at the University of St. Andrews, Scotland, 1923, — quoted in _Kipling’s Science Fiction_ edited by John Brunner


Okay, ffolkes. I did it. Big surprise, right? Okay, right, sarcasm noted and ignored, check. Since I can’t seem to find much of anything other than tricks and traps to write here, perhaps I’ll take my leave, and try again tomorrow. Yeah, that’s the ticket. I’ll see y’all in about 24 or so hours, ffolkes. The universe seems to approve, at least to the extent of allowing me to continue, which I shall do until something makes it impossible to do so. In light of that, see y’all on the flip side…

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


À bientôt, mon cherí….


3 thoughts on “Pecans? Or, Icons? Same price….

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      Thanks, but, no, thanks. I’m still on Twitter, but, that, and these comments, are about my limit for social activity, media or otherwise… Too risky… for me, and others…



  1. “Earthmen like Ramses, Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler, Lee Kuan.
    Your whole Earth history is made up of men seeking absolute power.”

    ~~ Spock ~~

    Patterns of Force, stardate 2534.7.

    “He that feareth is a slave,
    were he never so rich, were he never so powerful.
    But he that is without fear is king of all the world.”
    ~~ E. R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros ~~

    QFTA.. Quoted
    For Truth..
    an interesting
    Juxtaposition and
    one i must say Rules
    and Loves the world
    in terms of
    bEinG Force oF
    human dArk and
    liGht.. and when i look
    to the difference of myself
    and my father.. so similar iN
    many ways now but so different
    in the choice for status.. power
    and money.. and truly it starts
    iN a nursery of
    mothers where
    his mother told
    my mother..
    don’t pick up
    that child who is
    crying in the Nursery..
    my Grandmother owned..
    OR that child will come to think
    the world owes ‘it’ something
    and never learn independence..
    hmm.. yes.. that part of my father
    was never filled up as a child.. apparently..
    at least not from the mother as his grand
    parents did most of the raising.. i hear..
    but as they say this is most
    often a cycle of one
    parent to
    the next..
    where my grandmother
    used lots of words that said
    Love.. but the loving touch that
    my mother owned so well.. was
    missing to the point where instead
    of being where the grown-ups were
    a step-up in her home.. when we stayed
    in the afternoon.. living in her city for a year..
    in child rearing duties.. we were relegated to
    cots with the tiny tots.. and i remember feeling
    like i was in prison.. and she was the warden
    locking us in a cot.. me.. an old soul at age 7..
    wITh and where my loving mother
    alWays alloWinG copious
    amounts of Loving freedom..
    bottom line was.. no matter how
    fearless my father was he was
    missing that certain something
    named expresSinG Love.. truLY..
    yes.. to rule one’s
    iN peace..
    iT does take
    Fearless Love..
    as it’s true.. i trusted
    the world completely
    and found out it was
    far away from true..
    the gift of Fearless
    and Love
    iS what
    a so-called
    perfect storm of Love..
    and i think that has to come
    later in life when the Yin of
    Love and the fearless of Yang
    come toGeTheR finAlly and
    shake hands with
    a Willow Olive
    Branch that
    WiLL bend
    yet not
    break.. true i was too
    Loving and soft.. and was
    missing the other side
    that my father
    the best pARt
    that iS Love.. but the
    bottom line iS i have all i need
    in the Fearless Love of Life and
    trUly when one has that one iS
    the King
    of Real
    who truly
    iS the servant of
    aLL ’cause they have
    iT aLL to give.. and nothing
    iN return as necessary to fiLL
    up a space that was never satisfied
    iN the young hugs or school hugs of liFe..
    Love lives.. Fearless Lives.. both thrive iN Now..
    And the truth iS we need aLL kinds of humans to
    make whaT iS
    as there are
    so many kinds
    of humans that
    make the world
    what iT is.. now..
    and no.. i wasn’t
    willing to have the
    chairs broke against
    my back In breaking up
    bar room brawls like my father
    was.. knowing he was asking for
    that in his 46 years of Law Enforcement..
    So.. sure.. Nature provides many kinds
    of temperaments
    to get the jobs
    all doNe..
    but aGaiN.. as i often now
    say.. i for one.. hit the jackpot
    oF Fearless Love.. now.. to be a
    humble servant and truly
    kNow and feel when one
    iS tHe King of fuLLness
    oF empty..
    tHiS tRuLY
    iS NoW THE
    priZe oF the
    sages of the ages
    iN bliSS.. nirVana…
    yeS.. heaVen noW..
    SMiLes but i do get
    carried away iN the
    out put Of liFe n0w..
    and loss count of
    the date.. forgetting
    today was the 9th of April..
    my wife’s 46th birthday.. just reminding
    me now that no King is perfect except
    the Queen who serves him well iN
    So today iS
    “Isis” day for the
    Queen who never
    ages.. and one who
    worships his wife.. iS
    one who has a happy liFe..
    Sadly that iS likely why Spock
    wITh WinKs..
    and Creativity
    iS King and Queen
    iN MoVinG ConNecTaRion..
    wiNninG planEt for…
    And yes.. my father was like Spock..
    married three times.. and truly mY
    financial independence in terms
    of money in the bank..
    was not needing
    it and
    the same
    dam wife..
    for 26 years..
    the best bank
    account of aLL..
    he left my mother
    ’cause she wanted to
    stay home and raise the
    kids.. she stayed until age
    three.. where the cut-off date
    for the brain in pruning the window
    for a liFe aS Love ends.. as scientists
    now say.. so his gift to me.. was leaving
    me with Love and his future dream of
    money too..
    Life is ironic
    and magical
    too.. as dARk
    leads to liFe in so
    many curses and
    gifts iN real LiGhT2..:)

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