What Freedom of Speech Really Means

A wise woman once said to me, ” What other people think of you is none of your business.”

I always thought Freedom of Speech meant you could say whatever you wanted. Isn’t that what you thought? You probably still think it.

Let’s be honest. I can think of several dozen words and or phrases right now, that if I said them someone would get offended or get their feelings hurt or cry heresy. And if speaking your opinions or expressing your thoughts contradicts someone else’s thoughts or opinions then, well what happens then?

A grown up would say, “We’ll agree to disagree. Let’s get some lunch. I love that shirt by the way.” Etc, etc, etc.

But wherever I turn, no matter if I look left or right, no one is saying that.  Whichever way I look, all I see is anger and hatred. Name calling and stone throwing.

What’s it to do with you if your neighbor wants to do something you don’t agree with? Absolutely nothing. Is he doing it on your lawn? Is he forcing you to participate? Probably not, so who cares.

I think we can all agree on the basics, can’t we?

Every person deserves food, water, shelter and love simply because they are a human being. If you don’t believe that then you’re an asshole quite frankly. Odds are I’m not the only one who thinks so.

Every person deserves control over their own body. In what universe is it your business what I do with my own body? You don’t have to live in it. I don’t care what you do with yours, why should I? I don’t even know you.

If you choose to believe that my immortal soul is in danger for whatever reason, why is it your job to save it? Oh right, it isn’t. No. It isn’t. Really. Why should you care? You don’t even know me. I’m sure whatever god or gods you choose to believe in can handle my soul just fine without your help.

It’s not your job to tell me what to believe.I like to think for myself thank you very much. And I don’t care what you believe. I’m not going to worry about what you believe one bit because that’s your business. Just don’t be a jerk about it.

If you choose to be offended by somebody that’s on you. You’re wasting your life worrying about what everybody else is doing. And all that worrying over what Joe Shmo is or isn’t doing is what is spreading the anger and the hatred and the fear.

Just stop. I dare you. Just stop for a minute and ask yourself what you really want your life to be about. Truly. You only get about 100 years if you’re lucky and it takes a good quarter of those just to grow into some kind of sensible person.

How many years do you think you have left? Guess what? It’s a surprise! Did you already know that? Then why waste time being angry and hateful? Because angry and hateful really isn’t fun to hang out with. Seriously.

And if you don’t like what I have to say, who I am, who I love, or what I believe in, I couldn’t care less. I’m just minding my own business, shootin the shit. How’s about you mind yours.

We’ll agree to disagree.

I’d ask you to lunch, but I really don’t leave the house unless I have to. Too many crazies out there. I love that shirt by the way.

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This Math Teacher Running For The Senate Sees Her Bid As A Way To ‘Hit The Reset Button’

This Math Teacher Running For The Senate Sees Her Bid As A Way To ‘Hit The Reset Button’ – http://huff.to/1AjZXQH

Thank you Amanda!!

This is exactly the type of person we need running, no matter the party. We need fresh people to learn the job from the ground up. And more people who can explain the workings of Washington D.C. to the lay people.

Good luck!

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You’re Helping Mark Zuckerberg Become The World’s Richest Person

You’re Helping Mark Zuckerberg Become The World’s Richest Person – http://huff.to/1AgyRLf

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Did you know?

If you have a favorite charity that you like to give to and you need a present for your nephews birthday party why not kill two birds with one stone?

Check out your favorite charity on eBay. They have thousands to choose from, I bet you find at least one that’s near and dear to you.

When you buy something from eBay that is marked with the ribbon symbol that means it’s attached to a charity. If you go to the description where the symbol is and press the button you’ll find out what charity and what percentage of the sale will go to that charity. For example, I have marked all of my sales that 10 percent will go to Alzheimer’s Association.

My grandmother was a victim of alzheimer’s as well as Rock Stars grandfather. And it looks like one of my great aunts is headed down that road. It’s a horrible horrible condition as I’m sure you’re well aware. I don’t think I can name anyone I know who hasn’t been touched by alzheimer’s in one way or another.

The seller can choose to give between 10 and 100 percent of their sales to the charity. I started at 10 because strangely enough no one responded to my request for dimes, how about that? But now that I know that this is an option I hope to one day be able to donate 100 percent of the proceeds, once I’ve got my household finances back in order.

I want to encourage you if you sell on eBay to take advantage of this amazing option as a seller to help your fellow humans and your planet are things in some way shape or form.

I wouldn’t call myself a tree hugger, well I wouldn’t call anyone a tree hugger, but I am interested in making sure that we don’t destroy the planet so that the human race has somewhere to live for generations to come.

I can only imagine what it must be like for refugee to be living in another city or in other country entirely could you imagine being a refugee from Earth.

Anyway you can change the world in a tiny way, starting in your basement, that’s where I’m headed. As I look to sell our families forgotten treasures to others who will be able to still enjoy them I’m changing the world in a tiny way by giving what I can afford at the moment to cause its near and dear to my heart.

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Conversations with Myself

I feel frozen.  Paralyzed by the overwhelming sensation of “where do I begin”?   Mentally paralyzed to the point that just sitting here typing this was a serious, serious effort on my part just to begin the activity.

The thoughts won’t slow down enough to put the  pieces together.  My kids won’t shut up long enough for me to have a complete thought let alone complete the many thoughts that are happening almost simultaneously.  Like they are chasing each other around my brain.

I feel panicky.  I’m taking my pulse but I can’t remember how to calculate the pulse.  The rhythmic pumping of my vein feels odd under my fingertips but not alarmingly fast.  Still, I think a Xanax is in order.  It helps with the sensation that I’m about to jump out of my skin.

In the past 30 minutes I’ve had to get up at least 5 times to keep kids on homework.  Breaks the flow of concentration.

I made a stop on the way home from work.  A small building on the outer road of the highway.  Once the building was a gas station but had been converted into a gold buying shop. I had been there once before to sell a men’s ring I had found in the street.  I assume it was thrown out a car in the heat of argument or what have you.  Today I was there to sell my own things.  One ring was a marquee design of stacking tiny diamond chips that my mother had given me for one of my birthdays or perhaps a Christmas. I never liked it.  More prongs than anything else.  A thin gold band with an oval sapphire with two tiny diamond chips. It never looked right on my hand.  Too small.  A marquee sapphire ring I bought myself with one of my first paychecks, over twenty years ago.  Diamond stud earrings.  Again very tiny. A small solitaire ring.  Only would fit my pinky which just never was comfortable.  That’s the piece I now feel sick over losing. I only got $145 for the lot.  At the time it made sense, I know I bounced a check to the daycare today, unintentionally but still. At least the check is covered.  Of course they’ll be about $70 or $80 dollars in fees now between my bank and the daycare.  And god knows what other repercussions from them.  Now I feel robbed and I’m glad I kept what I did.  I still haven’t taken the Xanax, the kids kept getting me up and down.  Now I really feel panicky.  Desperate times.

I need to start photographing and adding things to my Ebay inventory.  We need to sell everything that isn’t nailed down.  First thing a Mickey Mouse watch my father gave him that has never left the gift box.  He doesn’t wear watches but for some reason has three or four.  I will list them all.  First I need to download the Ebay app.

Why is there an app for everything?  There are so many you can’t count them all.  There are too many choices.  Too many choices is something that gives me the paralysing feeling also.

I just can’t do this.

Why not you’re doing fine.

Fine?  I’m not fine.  We’re in bankruptcy.  We had no choice the medical bills were ridiculous. Dammit!  Interrupted by kid again.  I can’t, okay deep breaths… If we’re not careful we’ll mess up our bankruptcy plan.  I just don’t know how to talk to him about this without tripping the bi-polar switch that leads to the dark side.  And I let it happen.  I let the papers just stack up around me.  There’s so many papers.  And the emails.  I barely read the emails because there are so many junky ones to wade through.  You can’t buy anything without some company emailing you forever after.  It takes forever to  unsubscribe to them.

And the school sends like a hundred papers home per kid, per week, in addition to emails from the principal, school board, orchestra teacher, home room teachers, librarian, PTO and a partridge in a pear tree.  How do normal people do it?

Aren’t you normal?

No! Obviously not.  Otherwise everyone would be in my situation.  my situation is not the “norm”.  Nor is my brain.  I can’t explain calculating volume to my child in a way that he will understand it because my brain won’t let me. I can barely remember how to do it.  I never need to calculate the volume of anything.  What seems perfectly obvious to me is not obvious to him.  It’s a flipping multiple choice question and he will not see the correlation to the problem underneath it.  He will not see that they just don’t leave off the correct answer in the multiple choice format.  And he keeps breaking my train of thought.  I am so pissed off right now and I don’t even know why and I can’t get through to him and it is making me crazy.

I just served bread topped with tomato sauce, Italian seasoning and cheese for dinner.  Baked it for 10 minutes and called it homemade pizza.

I’ve got a vegetable garden to plant so I can trim the food bill.  A house to clean from top to bottom.  Right now siding is falling away from the side of my house.  Underneath I can see the old wood siding.  We have new siding pieces to fix the problem but we need a second body to swing a hammer whilst on the ladder.  I don’t do ladders.  We can’t afford the deductible on the homeowners policy so we wait for a friend to become available.  The retaining wall we’re building in front of the house is sitting unfinished because I can’t afford more bricks at present.

Why don’t you quit smoking, save some money there?

Have you ever tried to quit smoking.  Smoking calms me down.  Makes me feel sane for a short while.  Right now that is worth the expense.  Doctors bills are piling up, not sure if I can afford next months prescriptions.  Smoking is self medicating.  It could be worse I could be drinking.

I’ve been giving up high fructose corn syrup.  But I’ve also been losing by fasting sort of.  I drink a lot of water and tea.  I’m eating about one high calorie meal mid day or just some bread and milk.  Mostly because I want to make sure the boys are fed properly before I eat.  I’m about to give in to the sweet fizzy taste of Wild Cherry Pepsi though.  I’m hoping it will ease the stress.

I could really use some chocolate right now.

Sometimes I wish I were totally deaf so I could block out all the distracting noises.  The four year old won’t eat the pizza toast.  Lucky for him there are two slices of american cheese and still enough bread for a sandwich. Payday is Friday.  We can make it.  We just have to be creative.  Mmmm  Pepsi.  I remember before kids, sometimes I would just cook all the random stuff I could find in the fridge and pantry.  So there would be meals like corn bread, corn, au gratin potatoes and whatever else I could find.  It’s getting to that point.

I’m starting to get a bit hungry.  There are dishes to do and I should do a load of laundry.  And I should bake something for tomorrow’s breakfast.  A piece of bread, a glass of milk and a spoonful of honey sounds good.

Yes it was good.

I really need to do the taxes.  I really need to write that book. I need to clean the house.  I need to make extra money. God I’m so tired. I just caved on cello practicing.

I really don’t want to bake right now. I have a long day ahead of me at work tomorrow.  It will go fast.  We’re having a cookout so at least my lunch is covered.

At minimum I’m going to have to do some laundry.  I have to wear a team shirt tomorrow.

Try and focus.

I don’t want to focus, I want to watch TV and veg out.

Isn’t that what put you in this situation?

Shut up.  You don’t understand.  Being mesmerized by the story on the TV or in a book, it’s the only time I feel relaxed.  The rest of the time I am continuously on edge. Like now.

You can only block out the world for so long you know.

Oh really?  Well the way I figure it, if we are all part of the one consciousness and this life is all a dream,  then the world does not really exist. So what does it matter what I do or when I die if it doesn’t exist in the first place?  That’s what gnaws at me.  The ridiculousness of this reality.  There is nothing that makes sense.  Not really.  Not in the grand scheme of the universe where you a mere speck of star dust in an infinite ocean of black.

 

It’s the next evening now. I’ve been home almost two hours but haven’t been able to accomplish much, a little editing.  I’ve most likely alienated my audience by asking for their spare change.

I’m going to put off the taxes until Saturday.  After a 10 hour day like today I am just not in the mood.  I work the same shift tomorrow.  I want to put the boys to bed early so I can go to bed.  At the same time I don’t want to go to sleep.  I want to watch TV and veg out.  Not think about anything for like an hour.  My back is killing me.  It’s only 8:30.  I have to be at work in a little less than 12 hours.

You should lie down.

I’m going to lie down.

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Hey Buddy Can You Spare A Dime?

That’s what they used to say  during the Great Depression.  A dime.  Can you actually buy anything with a dime today?  A Tootsie Roll midgie maybe.  Just one.

Still, it all adds up I suppose.

I’m going to put that theory to the test.  That it all adds up I mean.

Let’s call it a social experiment.  Could you spare a dime?  Or you know whatever you have in your couch cushions or underneath the seat of your car? We’ll call it a fair trade for all the laughs we’ve had together.  I’m opening my virtual musical instrument case and laying it in front of me for you to throw in your coins.

You can help support my desire to pay all my bills and eat, by sending your dimes to madamfickle@gmail.com via PayPal.  Yep I’m totally serious.

Send me your dimes, your two cents or that nickel you just found on the ground.  If you have a friend who has a dime that they could spare you might mention to them that I could use one or two.

Let’s just sit back and see what happens.

Madam, pray tell, what are you going to do with all these dimes?

Full Disclosure: If you do send me a dime it will go into my bank account to become part of my bill paying account.  It will not be used for charity.  Any dimes sent to me will be spent at my discretion.

I thought about telling my whole sob story of financial strain, but it’s not very amusing or entertaining in the least.  I thought it would be much more fun to see how many people actually pitch in a dime to help their fellow human in need.

Don’t worry, I’m not holding my breath.  But I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.

So hey,  I’d just like to say thank you in advance to anyone who does pass on their spare change.  You’re super awesome!

 

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Vicious Circles

I am my own worst enemy. Aren’t we all. I’m an addict, I freely admit it. That’s the first step they say. Who ever “they” are.

You say to yourself, well I’m just going to do it this once. I just want to see what it’s all about.  That’s how it starts, before you know it you’ve watched 4 seasons of Sister Wives in 4 days.  It’s the psychology of the thing that hooks you and draws you in.  Irresistable, like a traffic accident.  I can get past the polygamy, I mean to each their own, whatever floats your boat dude.  It works for them.  It’s the Book of Mormon that I can’t get past.  I mean they seem like logical people, completely sane.  I just don’t get it.

Anyway, curse you Netflix!!! It’s a love hate thing.  First rule, don’t watch a series if you don’t have a serious amount of time to devote to it in the next few days.  It will suck away , well all the time you have, and then some.  If I need a fix, I try to stick with a documentary.  Don’t be fooled into thinking that you can easily detach yourself from that either.  Damn you too Wikipedia!  Between Netflix and Wikipedia I learned 1500 years of British Monarchy from inception to present in just a few days.  To sum it up quickly, for the most part, if they didn’t like who was in charge they killed each other until someone new took over as long as that person was a blood relative of the last person in charge.  Distant relatives were okay, even if they were from other countries.  That of course could get tensions up at time,s but as long as everyone stayed Catholic it was cool until Henry met Anne and blah blah blah, C of E.  But of course all the Kings and Queens were of course manipulated by anyone and everyone around them who could bend a royal ear. Just like our Presidents here in America only with more murder and inbreeding.  Anyway check that shit out, it’s way more interesting than real housewives or people from New Jersey. Or Mormons.

For instance, I learned that James I of England, successor to Elizabeth I the Virgin Queen, is the very same King James of the King James Bible.  Only the most popular Bible ever.  King James financed the mass printing of the Bible in English.  For the first time, anyone who could read would know what it said and understand what they were praying for.  The people became literate just to read it.  That is how he changed the face of the world and why we still remember his name 500 plus years later.  I also learned that he was openly bi-sexual, the Duke of Buckingham being his “male favorite” and he ruled for almost 58 years, longer than any of his predecessors.  Yeah you did read that right.  58 years is a long time to be King.

I also saw a documentary about the finding the skeletal remains of Richard III under a parking lot, specifically under a parking spot marked “R”.  You can’t make this stuff up people.  Well you can, but in this case that is what actually happened.  Trippy.

Unrelated to the British Monarchy I learned that there was a “Pope Joan”.  Yep, Joan disguised herself as a monk and rose through the ranks up to Pope.  If I remember correctly she reigned as Pope for about 3 years until, during a routine papal parade, she fell from her horse and gave birth to a child in the street revealing to the parade goers that she was in fact a woman.  Then they beat her and the child to death in the street. “They” being the “Christians”.

Religious people are silly.

These past few days I’ve been learning about the pyramids, and the sphinx.  Did you know that across the street from the Great Pyramids of Giza is a Kentucky Fried Chicken?  It’s one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard.  I wish I could unlearn it.

You can learn a lot from documentaries. I recently learned President Herbert Hoover called the Bush Family out on being bankers for the Nazi’s in his personal correspondence with W’s grandfather.  Yeah, that Bush family.

You can learn a lot by looking around and observing.  Today I learned that the USA PATRIOT act was signed into law October 26, 2001.  That is only 1,2,..17…45 days. Forty Five, days after 9/11.  The government never does anything that fast.  45 days is, I’m going to say is suspiciously fast, you know when you’re talking about our government.  I mean, let’s be honest.

Politics.  What can you do?

You can vote.  Well, if you’re in a country that allows voting.  I think I figured out why people gave up on voting in the States.  The main reason is the Electoral College.  Your presidential vote means nothing.  The Electoral College elects the president and those votes are bought and paid for with money or favors or whatnot.

But Madam, doesn’t the Electoral College represent this level of government which represents that level of government which represents that level and so on and so forth until it gets down to me and my vote?

Why yes, I mean I guess.  I really don’t remember much from grade school but that seems to be the jist of how the whole thing works.  So where did we go wrong?  We stopped voting at the local level.  I know that I myself am more detached from the outside world more than most but I think I’m still a pretty average citizen when it comes to politics.  Just shut up and handle it already will you so the rest of us don’t have to think about it.  I’ve decided that approach doesn’t work anymore.  There was a local election today.  I have no idea how many things were voted on. I know there is a proposition that somebody wanted me to vote no on enough to put up some signs about it along my drive home from work.  Someone whose name I can’t remember wanted to be Mayor of something.  And I believe I saw some signs about school boards.

Even though I’ve been a taxpayer for decades, I never have paid attention to politics.  Mostly because my family is polarized with my sisters at one end of the spectrum and my father at the other.  He gave my sons a book by Rush Limbaugh for this past Christmas.  Did you know Rush Limbaugh wrote children’s books? Yeah, yeah he does.

I want to start my own party called the Reasonable party or we could call it the Common Sense party you know, whatever.   Remember “less is more”.  It applies to almost all situations.  I learned that from Lara Flynn Boyle in Poltergeist III as she was putting on her eyeliner right before she was possessed by the Poltergeist.  I can’t be quite sure since I haven’t seen the film for a few decades, but it left an impression.

So I’ve been procrastinating writing for many months now.  I’m sorry, I missed you too.  It wasn’t you, it was me.

What started out as research into how the Fundamentalist Christians are slowly but surely taking over the government by making sure they vote at every possible election starting with school boards and the like, turned somehow into an obsession for growing vegetables from seed to urban farming to Sherlock, Poirot, and Miss Marple and all things criminal in nature.  I wrote a letter to a murder on death row but I didn’t send it because I haven’t rented a PO Box for a return address yet.  I thought I might write a book about his story.  Vampires told him to do it or he thinks he’s a vampire, something like that.

Serial killers.  It’s the psychology of the thing that hooks you, and like a wreck on the side of the road you get mesmerized.  Still working on the gardening, still not writing. Just one more documentary because you know if you’re learning something you can justify it.  8 months later and you know way more than you ever wanted to know about the Brown family and their 17 children.  I could probably rattle off almost all of the kids names too, it’s a disease.  You just can’t stop watching.  I’m considering taking bets as to when this generation of reality child stars become the next Lohan/Cyrus/Bieber insert sob story here.

PAUSE!  Have you noticed that Cyrus and Bieber look remarkably alike.  Like spooky alike.  Have they ever been seen together in the same time at the same place?  And what happen to that Bieber deportation plan, because I would actually leave my house to vote for that.  Can we deport Cyrus too?  When did white trash become what we paid money to see?  America you are making the white trash rich.  Boo!  And they are evading their taxes with loopholes just like the rest of the rich.  I only throw that in because I’ve also been procrastinating doing my taxes. Why just by writing this post I’ve successfully put off my taxes another night.

Have you ever seen a US Federal Tax Refund Check for over $750,000.00?  I have.  It wasn’t mine, but I held it in my hand for a while, as I silently cursed it’s payee with very very unladylike language.  That was their refund.  I can only imagine how much they actually paid or didn’t pay by way of loophole.  Do you know how many years you would have to work to make $750,000.00?  It would take me over 21 years, pretax.  Yeah, I hate tax season.

So to sum up:

Religion is a facade which helps humans overcome their fear of death.

Politics is all about power and ownership and slavery until we change it by voting good people who have actual common sense into the school board, which rolls up good karma until it reaches the top of the food chain; ie the presidency or insert your top government office here.

Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus may in fact be the same person.

“Less is more” applies to almost every situation.

And finally,  income tax is unconstitutional given that the law to enforce paying it was never actually ratified.  The government never actually made it a law.  Technically.  True Story.

For Realz.

 

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Where did we go wrong?

What happened to us earth?  Remember the good old days when girls who stripped themselves naked for entertainment were considered whores and shunned by society?  Now we pay them millions of dollars, treat them like gods and make them household names.  What are we doing to ourselves? Ignore the attention seekers, you have better things to do with your time.

Now I’m not a prude by any means.  Nor am I really a fan of shunning people.  But there’s a time and a place for displaying the base animal nature that lay inside oneself, there is never a time in a public place where it should be acceptable to do so.  The time for doing so is when you are alone with your lover.  Who else really has a need to see that side of you?  Your body is a temple for your partner to worship.  To share the most intimate parts of your physical being with everyone on the planet hardly makes it special for your significant other.  The heat of passion is intensified in knowing that only you have explicit access to your partner, not to be shared with anyone else.  A private bond, a partner to share your innermost fantasies with.

More importantly, why have we made certain people ridiculously wealthy for our amusement?  That’s right, we are paying people to join the 1% club because they amuse and entertain us?  Not just entertainers but designers, restauranteurs, and all sorts of business owners.  Why?  What is so important that you spend what little you have to make other people wealthy?  What do certain stores have to offer you that you cannot get somewhere else for less?  If the overhead costs of something were so high as to justify the prices we pay for things, the rich would not keep getting richer.

Do you need a designer label, a second home, a boat of your own?  Do we not have a responsibility to the segment of humanity that is suffering because of the inequality we bring on ourselves?  Yes, we bring it on ourselves.  The moment you agree to pay a ridiculous mark up for a good or service, especially one you don’t need for your survival, you are helping the rich get richer and the poor get poorer by driving prices up.  Have you forgotten that a need is something you require to survive, food, shelter, clothing, love, etc?  Everything else is a want.

Why do we continually pollute the planet with our desire for excess?

You require transportation?  How much?  Does your lifestyle really require a vehicle to be at your beckon call?  If not why aren’t you choosing public transportation.

What was that about teaching a man to fish instead of just giving him a fish?

If you grow plants in your house for decoration, why not choose plants that are edible, medicinal, sustainable?

What are you feeding your body?  Look at the list of ingredients on the nearest food or drink label.  I’ll wait.  How many words were you able to recognize and or pronounce?  Does it the item resemble any food or drink found in nature?

What is wrong with your natural beauty that you need to pay a hairstylist hundreds of dollars to color your hair or chemically alter it?  Look at the labels of your beauty or personal care products.  How many ingredients do you recognize?  How many ingredients are found in nature?

What are the side effects of the chemicals that you are putting on your skin and in your body? Do you know?  Do you care? Water, milk, juice (100% juice from a 100% plant), coffee and tea or a beverage with a strong enough chemical composition to dissolve nails and remove battery acid? (That would be Coca-Cola folks.)

Do you need an expensive home, expensive furniture? How many rooms do you actually need to live comfortably?  Isn’t it more important to humanity as a whole that everyone has a comfortable place to live and sleep instead of you having a game room, a workout room, and a closet just for shoes?

Look around yourself right now.  Take a good long look.  I’ll wait.

What is in the room with you?  Clothes?  Are clothes important protection for your skin, yes.  Do those clothes need to be made by a certain manufacturer, do they need to be elaborate or decadent to achieve the goal of protecting your skin?  No, no they don’t.  They just need to be practical for daily use.  So why are you paying ridiculous amounts of money for designer names or ridiculous embellishments?  Wouldn’t your resources be better spent on something useful?  What else is in your room?  A giant TV?  How much of your life is spent watching that TV?  I personally have wasted countless hours of my life watching other people’s stories while, I  procrastinated living my own life.  Imagine if you only used the TV to learn new things?  How knowledgeable could you have been by now with the amount of your life already spent watching TV if you had only been watching documentaries and learning programs?

What is in the room with you right now that is essential to your health and well being?  No really.  What is each objects function?  Does it serve a purpose?  Is it useful?  You can’t take any of these objects that you have surrounded yourself with you to the next life.

What tasks in your life do you pay others to perform that you can do yourself?  I replaced my own laptop keyboard in less than five minutes after watching a free how to video on YouTube.  A service someone else wanted to charge me $75.00 for.  So my cost was only for the part, which I purchased directly from the manufacturer.  I have no electronics training, but I do have a brain.

“Convenience products” aren’t very convenient if using them or owning them results in poisoning of the body, or destabilizing the economy.

Let’s not for get the definition of economy: “1.Thrift management; frugality in the expenditure or consumption of money, materials, etc. 2. an act or means of thrifty saving; a saving 3. the management of the resources of a community, country,etc., especially with a view to its productivity. 4. the prosperity or earnings of a place 5. the disposition or regulation of the parts or functions of any organic whole; an organized system or method. 6. the efficient, sparing, or concise use of something” (According to Dictionary.com)

Does that definition even sound like what we’re doing with our planets resources?  Not remotely.

Shouldn’t we all be looking to the future survival of our species, our planet?  In other words the big picture. People were here thousands of years before you were born.  Wouldn’t you like people to be here thousands of years from now? I think we can get back to basics, and use technology at the same time. Shouldn’t all humans have access to basic human needs?  What makes one tribe more deserving than another? Nothing. No human is more deserving than another human.

At the end of the day, what is your contribution to humanity?  What have you done for society?  Is the work that you do necessary to the survival of the species?  If not why are you doing it? To pay the bills, I get it.  I do. But I feel I have a responsibility to help make the world better. Life is hard, most days I can’t stand being alive but, I want to have something to show for my life when it’s over.  I want to make a difference.

We are related you and I.  We are related because we are both human.  Our most basic needs are the same.  Individuality can be achieved without the oppression of other humans.

We don’t have to agree to get along.  We agree to disagree and then we put our differences aside and work toward the greater good.  Does that not align with your belief system?  If not, why not?  Are you better than other humans?  How do you figure that exactly?

The universe is 13.8 billion years old.  You only get about 100 years.  A blink of an eye really when you put it into perspective.  How will you spend your life?  Will you use your time for the greater good or will you make a public spectacle of yourself for the depraved masses?  Are you one of the depraved masses?  Your life matters only if you make it matter.  What actions will you take today to make a difference? Will you be remembered for what your gave to humanity or will you just fade into the background like so many others.

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Mommy, you have a big butt!

“Thanks. Four. Thank you.”  I said as I cupped my hands over my mouth, to keep from laughing, or crying, and rested my elbows on my knees.

“See” he said barging into the bathroom. “See” he said as he hovered his hand down my back to my exposed rump, as I was sitting on the commode at the time. “See, how it goes like, and then curves.  It’s big. I have a little butt, you have a big butt.” he laughed.  And then to prove his point, he turned round and dropped trow, mooning me with his admittedly much smaller butt.

He also burst in on me last Friday evening whilst I was changing out of my work clothes and announced that my underpants were big.  He may have said huge.

Granny panties are comfy.  I like comfy.  A thong may be sexy, but it’s kinda like a wedgie that won’t quit really.  Not, not practical for everyday wear.  If you don’t want a panty line, just go commando. Say no to the wedgie!  Comfort first!

I need a drink.

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I crack myself up sometimes..

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I got into a fight with my mother a couple of weeks ago and afterwards posted this sign in the window. It’s not related to the fight in any way, it just seemed like the thing to do at the time. Maybe I just needed to laugh.

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