First a word from our sponsor:
Will someone please kill that god damned Beep beep boop splash graphic? Every time I see it I am treated to the mental image of R2D2 with a marital aid extended from his industrial vacuum cleaner body giving Betty Boop a vigorous happy ending. Thank you.
We now return to our regularly scheduled deprogramming in progress:
If I were given to beliefs in gods or any other variety of extraterrestrial sentience corporeal or otherwise with the capacity and desire to futz about with human endeavors and conditions on Earth, I’d be thinking that just now that the universe or gods or what the fuck ever were working to right longstanding wrongs. I’d also be highly pissed off at ’em for having created, allowed, or merely having failed to prevent those wrongs.
Three weeks ago the male half of the dysfunctional duo that brought me into this world and then spent more than four decades punishing me for it shuffled his psychotic ass off of this here mortal coil. I tried to be sad but it quickly became apparent that I might just as well try to be a rainbow trout. A week ago my violent stepson lost visitation rights to his children and my youngest lost the right to be alone with her children, though only one child is affected because the other hasn’t seen her in a number of years anyway. I can’t envision a future in which she doesn’t lose the youngest kid, too. It’s like someone’s pruning the diseased limbs away to save the tree and allow it to become healthy.
Never mind that there’s no way that something smarter and more compassionate than me created this world in which we all must live and die. I’d not bitch if something or some things smarter and more compassionate than me with the power to alter reality were to get involved and defuckerize this mess, and if he, she, it, or they would just get on with the bringing about harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding, no more falsehoods or derisions, golden living dreams of visions, mystic crystal revelation and the mind’s true liberation I’d be more than happy to stand right up and say that something bigger than us did it. We surely don’t have it in us to do it alone — the most technologically advanced culture this world has ever known or is likely ever to know devotes more resources to state sanctioned oppression and murder than it does to all of its efforts for the betterment of life combined. Apparently there ain’t no one smarter or more compassionate than me running the country, either.
Heh, listen to me, talking about intelligence and compassion after saying things like “what the fuck ever” and “ain’t no one”, and admitting that I haven’t found a tear to shed over my father’s death. Any who don’t know me would think me hypocritical.
I have an appointment with some nice, organic, outdoor grown marijuana now, and I’m late, so until next time: Stay Weird!