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Sunday, September 07, 2008

not for the faint of heart

This is a short but scary blog. Be warned!
I AM THE WOLFMAN!
No, that's not it, I was only funnin'. Here is what 'tis.
Yesterday I was listening to the radio - KSFO - a Santa Cruz
station - not really listening, as I was on the phone, but I heard
a little bit, and what I heard would have been scary if I was
the type to be scared. But, having lived in America quite awhile now
I'm fairly innured or seasoned to horrendousness. Like, if I met a
Wolfmann while I was passing a graveyard I would run like heck,
but in a drawing room or kitchen I would, as I have done before,
shake his hand. So, I'm pretty tough; but what I heard yesterday
was thoughtfully diverting.
You've all heard of the Gerson cure, I'm sure ... for Cancer and
so-called incurable diseases, where you are given a gallon or so
carrot juice a day for a week and then treated to a variety of
organic foods and juices and given a regimen of diet to take
home with you and stay on until you are cured - and thereafter
never to deviate much from if you want to stay cured. Well, the
son of Mrs. Gerson was being interviewed and he admitted right
off that many people think of him as a nut - and why? Because -
this is the scary part - he believes the United States government
is purposely trying to poison us so that we don't live to be too old.
Not only is it bad for Social Security but it's bad for the pharmaceutical
business to have all these old people tromping around without
being sick and no doubt getting in all the young workers' way.
Right now it's ok because they can be good for business but what
happens if there are too many of the (us) old goats - and sheep?
Really I'm not scared because I'm too old for that, but I do
have to reflect on the fact that many a time I wondered how the
government could allow and encourage the many products out
there on the grocery store shelves that seem to contain an
overabundance of needless chemicals. And now here is this
scary guy who is 65 years old and looks and feels like a
youngster, whose mother is 86 years old and never,
(let us say hardly ever), gets sick and is busy working every day
in the business of curing people -- and he is crazy enough to
conceive and believe that our government wants us dead! You
got to admit that it's all just a teensy bit scary upon reflection.
Is this better than a Boris Karloff movie or what!?
I'd just like to say that so far I wil not believe that our gov.
is quite that bad but since I believe our gov. does not really
know what it's doing, we're all skating on thin ice out there,
kids.
Now admiit it, isn't this just a little bit creepy? Maybe you think
I'm creepy because I told you so. Actually, I feel great. Well,
Ok for my age. Of course, I admit it, I'm a bit of a health
food nut so I'm not too much afraid ... of my big bad wolf Uncle
Sam. I think he listens, just a bit short on understanding.
(I could be wrong.)


Saturday, September 06, 2008

political definitions

One of the best quotes I ever heard in my life I just now heard on the radio --- from a Mr. Billy Sunshine, I think it was.
"When companies look out for what's in their best interests, they call that: Capitalism; when employees look out for what is in their best interests, that's called: Socialism."


Monday, September 01, 2008

Wings

The end of an era,
When trust was in the air,
A short space, a short time,
Life and love was fair.

A friendship so sincere
It lightly rode the air;
A mated swan, you now fly on,
Remembered, blessed, and dear.


yeah, rhymes are a bit overdone, but I'm out of practice;
the thoughts are pretty much rightly captured; seems
to be what I care most about these days, matching the
words to the thoughts.


Friday, August 29, 2008

futurism

One does not lose God
But, reveling in His mend,
Moves on, away,
Toward a private end.

God abides the time
The student spends in lore
And bids him wend in rhyme
Towards the sighted shore.

Though winds can blow offcourse,
'Tis but to add some spice;
In the journey toward our source
Love is more than nice.


Monday, June 30, 2008

If you were a fruitacake what kind of fruit would you choose to be?

Ahw, i can't answer this as i'm a committed vegetable.

   

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