I enjoyed Saturday at the market Downtown Columbus, listening to my friend Al Breeze perform on Broadway, encountered BJ Holland at Fountain City Coffee, Joann Locascio at Cannon Brew Pub where Laurie, Johnny, and I shared dinner with Al and we drank a few beers from their microbrewery.
Today, I started the day listening to Pastor James David Manning, then Alan Keyes on the Alex Jones show. Alan Keyes is fighting, not merely the policies of Obama, but the entire paradigm or matrix he's projecting onto our minds.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Listening to Clientele Radio on Pandora Internet Radio
I am grateful to Steven Kemple for turning me on to the band, The Clientele. I've been listening to them and related bands all afternoon on Pandora Internet Radio, a feature which was included in this laptop computer which I only discovered in the last week or so. On PIR, I type in the name of a band, or a musician, or a composer, depending on the genre I desire and Pandora's program automatically bundles that band with others of close style and plays them sequentially. I have turned on to some to some hauntingly beautiful music which has been produced over the past few years I have never been exposed to. Better late than never.
I'm about to switch styles, though, from the mellow soft psychedelia of this style to something a little more driving and cynical. There is a table of girls near mine I've been able to tolerate fairly easily until 3 boys sat a table next to theirs. The boys aren't doing anything in particular, just sipping cold drinks and hanging out, grinning and looking around vacantly with vague mischievous expressions on their faces. The girls, however, have become giddy, giggly, and high-pitched noisy. Their mindless, estrogen-driven squeals are piercing through the headphones I'm wearing. Time to make it stop.
Now, what'll it be... Tom Waits, Dylan, L. Cohen, Bowie... something dark and cynical. I know, let's try some Muse. If that doesn't work, maybe some Depeche Mode. I've had some very profound experiences listening to Muse after a few deep tokes of Salvia Divinorum. There it is. Aaah... there it is... now, that's the ticket. My bubble is sealed again. No more squealy, squealy invasions.
I'm about to switch styles, though, from the mellow soft psychedelia of this style to something a little more driving and cynical. There is a table of girls near mine I've been able to tolerate fairly easily until 3 boys sat a table next to theirs. The boys aren't doing anything in particular, just sipping cold drinks and hanging out, grinning and looking around vacantly with vague mischievous expressions on their faces. The girls, however, have become giddy, giggly, and high-pitched noisy. Their mindless, estrogen-driven squeals are piercing through the headphones I'm wearing. Time to make it stop.
Now, what'll it be... Tom Waits, Dylan, L. Cohen, Bowie... something dark and cynical. I know, let's try some Muse. If that doesn't work, maybe some Depeche Mode. I've had some very profound experiences listening to Muse after a few deep tokes of Salvia Divinorum. There it is. Aaah... there it is... now, that's the ticket. My bubble is sealed again. No more squealy, squealy invasions.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
New Night
Spent the day working job prospects and staying attuned to the world behind the matrix. Did some tweeting, listened to Pastor James David Manning in his teaching message and through most of the Manning Report. He sees through the glib, illusory issues which the controllers dangle before the eyes of the hypnotized to a) keep them asleep, b) keep them unaware of what they are perpetrating, c) make them blind to what disasters they are planning next, d) keep them dreaming dreams which are irrelevant to actual occurrences.
For instance, the farcical comedy of 2 pretty Korean-American "journalists" working for ALgore's "Current TV" were "rescued" from North Korea, facing 14 years hard labor under the charges of espionage. The question for us to consider is, how did they cross the most heavily guarded border in the world, the 38th Parallel, and what was their actual business in North Korea? Also, has anyone ever actually heard of "Current TV?"
Another piece of high comedy: Bill "Mr. Sleaze" Clinton was their knight in shining armor, flying in on his personal 737 jet liner. Come on now. Is anyone actually convinced here? This isn't even cinema verite. At least make it believable, can we? This was a done deal or Billary wouldn't have cranked up his Big Ol' Jet Airliner for a pleasure trip to Pyong Yang. Another question this gives rise to is, what did we pony up for this tasty little deal?
And while this little sitcom is entertaining the eyes and sensibilities of the doofus American public, what is it camouflaging. Well, for one thing Obama's bid to take control of even more of our lives through his Socialist Health care power grab met with some trouble last month. he wanted it voted on by August recess. Send it to me, Dipshit. I'll vote on it. Also Cap and Tax, another invasion of our private lives and horrific tax boondoggle, stalled on the floor of the Senate in July. So the psychological game he's playing is: let's get the American people thinking warm, fuzzy thoughts about Mr. Obama and his magical ability to make wonderful miracles happen, so that when Congress reconvenes in September, everyone will want their representatives to fall all over themselves voting for all the murderous, thieving policies he wants. Don't even bother to read those proposals first. Surely the Messiah (God, forgive me) is to be trusted!
What a trifling game. How insulting!
For instance, the farcical comedy of 2 pretty Korean-American "journalists" working for ALgore's "Current TV" were "rescued" from North Korea, facing 14 years hard labor under the charges of espionage. The question for us to consider is, how did they cross the most heavily guarded border in the world, the 38th Parallel, and what was their actual business in North Korea? Also, has anyone ever actually heard of "Current TV?"
Another piece of high comedy: Bill "Mr. Sleaze" Clinton was their knight in shining armor, flying in on his personal 737 jet liner. Come on now. Is anyone actually convinced here? This isn't even cinema verite. At least make it believable, can we? This was a done deal or Billary wouldn't have cranked up his Big Ol' Jet Airliner for a pleasure trip to Pyong Yang. Another question this gives rise to is, what did we pony up for this tasty little deal?
And while this little sitcom is entertaining the eyes and sensibilities of the doofus American public, what is it camouflaging. Well, for one thing Obama's bid to take control of even more of our lives through his Socialist Health care power grab met with some trouble last month. he wanted it voted on by August recess. Send it to me, Dipshit. I'll vote on it. Also Cap and Tax, another invasion of our private lives and horrific tax boondoggle, stalled on the floor of the Senate in July. So the psychological game he's playing is: let's get the American people thinking warm, fuzzy thoughts about Mr. Obama and his magical ability to make wonderful miracles happen, so that when Congress reconvenes in September, everyone will want their representatives to fall all over themselves voting for all the murderous, thieving policies he wants. Don't even bother to read those proposals first. Surely the Messiah (God, forgive me) is to be trusted!
What a trifling game. How insulting!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Fresh cup o' squeezed time.
Cold coffee has given way to hot and this Starbuck's closes at 2200. I'll be closing soon and moving to Veteran's Pkwy. Night out, can you dig it? It's good to be a curmudgeon with an awakened mind and a walrus moustache. Joe Walsh remains the musical itinerary. "Hey now, the well's run dry, pages of your book's on fire!" Yep, that's the way it is in Joe's world. See ya later!
Starting over
Sitting at the Bradley Park Drive Starbuck's, Joe Walsh blasting in the headset. Iced coffee and ice water are drinks of choice. The air is clear post downpour in this part of town, but not a drop at my place, my garden, my vegetables and flowers. The sky is perfectly dark, traffic is driving perfectly by.
My previous goal was to write an ongoing report on F. A. Hayek's The Road to Serfdom. That book gave way rapidly to an expose on The Skull and Bones Club, an organization at Yale which has produced Presidents and SCOA Justices, CEO's and predatory monsters of industry. It was shorter book which promised to be a quick read full of sleuthing, skullduggery, buggery. You know... something for everyone. Well that one gave way to a short, spiral bound trilogy by Alan Watt with a theme of cutting through the matrix, which is also his website name. That one was very important and drew my entire attention for a 1/2 day, and an evening and another 1/2 day. Then I was finished. It is viral. And paradigm-shifting. It carries a theme to awaken one to the insidious wheels turning behind the scenes of current events and the mundane affairs of life. His site carries podcasts of a daily internet radio program he broacasts with ongoing commentary designed to continue the waking process.
I will undoubtedly get back to Hayek, probably sooner than later. But there is so much going on that I must remain fluid in order to remain relevant to myself. Maybe that's the key to fidelity to bogging and journaling: maintaining relevance.
My previous goal was to write an ongoing report on F. A. Hayek's The Road to Serfdom. That book gave way rapidly to an expose on The Skull and Bones Club, an organization at Yale which has produced Presidents and SCOA Justices, CEO's and predatory monsters of industry. It was shorter book which promised to be a quick read full of sleuthing, skullduggery, buggery. You know... something for everyone. Well that one gave way to a short, spiral bound trilogy by Alan Watt with a theme of cutting through the matrix, which is also his website name. That one was very important and drew my entire attention for a 1/2 day, and an evening and another 1/2 day. Then I was finished. It is viral. And paradigm-shifting. It carries a theme to awaken one to the insidious wheels turning behind the scenes of current events and the mundane affairs of life. His site carries podcasts of a daily internet radio program he broacasts with ongoing commentary designed to continue the waking process.
I will undoubtedly get back to Hayek, probably sooner than later. But there is so much going on that I must remain fluid in order to remain relevant to myself. Maybe that's the key to fidelity to bogging and journaling: maintaining relevance.
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