He really does sound like Alfred Hitchcock

1984-A Stream of Consciousness

One score and five years ago, 1984 was postponed due to the moral capital stored from previous generations. 2009 is now here and it looks more and more like 1984 all the time, as the Capitol has apparently left town. Some people are optimistic about the now, but most are pessimistic. The optimistic ones, I've noticed, are the ones cloistered in the academian towers living off government research grants, and those pesky Christian people, the real ones, while the rest of society gets gloomier and gloomier day by never ending day. "Whatever happened?". . .or should I say, "Whad Up?" (to conform with the rest of society.) Strangeness. We seem to have forgotten that a proper society needs to be, has to have, the majority of its citizens believing in God, absolute morals, virtues, whatever is Noble, Just, Pure, etc. in order to live and progress. This hasn't happened. As a result, the State becomes the New Idol, complete with warship services and religious-like behavior, and it's citizens fall more and more under totalitarian control overseen by the One, the Big Brother, and his blind followers-we'll call them collectively the Abomination. Maybe not, somebody will think I'm mocking the Obama nation, anyways. Back to reality. When people say they want equality, what they really mean is conformity. When people say they want freedom, they really mean is they want to gratify their immediate sensual needs as they rationalize it by saying, "nobody gets hurt." But society does get hurt. Society never reaches it's potential when people do what they want to do. Once we had the Age of Reason. Was it really reasoning that people did? I think when people say they reason, they really just rationalize their actions, and reasoning and rationalizing are not synonyms. To reason correctly, one must base one's decisions on absolutes, not subjective feelings. Rationalizing is what you do when you get caught with your hands in the cookie jar. This is one reason why lawyers are commonplace. Can such people as 'normal' exist in a society where everyone does as they feel? After all, if what we do is what is in our genes, then we mustn't have any control over our actions. And normal is what the majority of us do. The concept of Right and Wrong becomes meaningless, and abnormal is what we call the minority. Ah, but suppose there was a group of people who based their lives on moral absolutes, then what? In a totalitarian society, it makes no sense to punish the abnormal ones. How do you punish somebody for doing what is innate? You cannot. It's meaningless. No Right, no Wrong, no punishment, no prison, no Guantanamo Bay for you. Somehow, I think I'm beginning to see what goes on in a liberal mind. Punishment is bad, or un-bad, or. . .what? What you can do is help the abnormal ones become normal by hospitalizing them in truth centers. Isn't this what the Soviets did? Hmmm. . .maybe we'll call them psychoadaptation centers run by the government and the tax money generated by the smart people. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Eat, drink, sleep around, be merry, for tomorrow we may die of Swine Flu. I here the sound of barbarians coming. There seem to be more of those savages running around.

Flem

Gentle Readers,

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Thank You.

The Management.

Flem.

You should never ever name a little boy-Flem.

Nor Floyd, nor Otis, nor Jim Bob.

To do so is to reveal more about yourself than you ought.

Flem tells people that not only does your family tree look like a telephone pole, it also resembles a Totem pole.

This is bad. This is bad even by Appalachian standards.

I discovered I had a great-grandfather named Buckskin Parrish. I thought. . .actually I didn't know what to think at first. . .But hey, it was the 19th century in very rural America before malls, and Abercrombie and Fitch, and Old Navy. Somebody named Buckskin is somebody you want on your football team to intimidate the others on Friday nights. Lets face it, would you feel comfortable guarding Buckskin? Not if you valued your teeth and had long-range plans to marry a shallow woman who insists on her man having good facial qualities.

Freedom and Form

Help!
You know I need somebody.
Help!
Not just anybody.

It's almost funny how The One needs God and Jesus to go with his Change, and how swiftly he needs it. He also needs a swift kick in the behind for a change.

Change is inevitable-one of those things you know will happen, and the more one tries to stop it, the quicker it comes when the clog is removed. This is true for governments and toilets. Just ask anyone from the former Soviet Union or Eastern bloc countries. When Change is slow, society tries to fit the new into the old ways of doing things, bad things happen. Like putting new wine into old wine skins, something is bound to burst at the seams. When governments, businesses, industries, church denominations insist on doing things the ways things have always been done-for no apparent reason except fear-creativity is stifled, technology slows, people dress like grandpa, people turn crusty, dry, stagnant, and sleepy. In time, the frustrated Young get restless and chaotic. The churning continues until the boiling point, at which time chaos and anarchy spring forth. . .the Sixties in America was a bursting at the seams kind of thing.

What then do the anarchists do with their new found freedom? Lots of things, some good, some bad, but very interesting to watch. Rockets are interesting to watch too, but sometimes they explode if not guided. Like it or not, Woodstock had some very creative music. Unfortunately, nothing but trash remained and the New York farm looked like the town dump. This is why freedom always has, and always will, need to follow a form. Freedom without order always leads to nothing but ideology. And while ideology sounds good, there's not much you can do with it except make neat slogans and quirky bumper stickers like 'Make Love, not War.'

In order for a society to grow properly, two things are needed.

Freedom-the right to do good without fear of retribution or government interference.

and

Form-something that will be discussed in the next blog entry

Freedom is not 'what I want to do as long as nobody else get hurt.' If you think about it, somebody will ALWAYS get hurt if this is what freedom actually is.

Swine Flu

Self-Portrait

Scared?

You should be. Mad Pig Disease is here and the pigs are unhappy. Now the Sus domestica are exacting their revenge for years of eating bacon, pork rinds, and ham-burgers.

Ham-burgers-another subtle way of taunting the smelly ungulates. I'm not sure if its actual taunting or not. . .it MAY just be one of the symptoms of MPD. . .we'll call it Whine Flu. The pigs claim it's our nature to taunt and jeer. Sort of like calling those holes in space-Black Holes. Racism, you know. Pure and simple.

I did some reading about pigs and found that when severely stressed, pigs will eat their own young. Sort of like those turn of the century Chicago gangsters- George "Bugs" Moran, Johnny "The Fox" Torrio, Al Capone. The ones everybody swooned, and crooned, and made movies about. The Hogthrobs of America.

Amazing how history repeats itself