Commentary on the President's Speech on Jobs 9/8/11
Ah, where to begin, except to remind you my expertise is in brainwashing. Keep in mind manipulation requires more than just words if in fact one needs to use words at all. It also requires staging. Staging has been going on since mankind first organized themselves into tribes with a leader. Carl Jung probably was the first to make a study of it and write it down. The final evolution is the new NLP, neurolinguistic programing. To make it simple, it is the art of using expression and positioning to cause a person to believe what you are telling them and manipulate them into doing what you want them to do. A simple example is that the more you scream at a child, the louder things get, but if you lower your voice to where you can barely be heard, the child gradually lowers their voice.
Last night was a masterpiece of really bad dinner theatre.
The first thing I noticed or rather asked was "Who is that man?" I didn't recognize our president. All three of the major players had more makeup on than the entire FOX news team and commentators combined. Trust me, that must have required a trowel. I have a good digital TV and I could not see where Obama's hairline began, the definition of his nose or lips and his eyes were almost invisible. It was looking like a person with a stocking over their head. Thus, I began to look rather than listen and what I saw left me pretty cold.
First of all, why the inverted triangle? I know you just said: huh. Think about it. In courts and political rallies you always use the triangle on its base. It is human nature to see this as a stable structure with the "leader" at the top point. Last night we were looking at an unstable triangle poised on its tip and the "underdog" was the faceless president. More telling in this unholy trinity was who the two top "judges" were. One can understand old Boner being up there but what was the vice president doing there? He has no vote in Congress unless there is a perfect tie. He is lower on the totem pole than the President. Where are the usual suspects: the House and Senate Majority Leaders? Okay, I said to myself, this is getting weird.
Then I looked at these two men and saw the glaring staging. President Obama had nothing on his podium, not even the customary glass of water and he is the one speaking. Now I look at Vice President Biden. Ah my friends, what a picture he made in the understated but super expensive light colored suit and the single glass of water in front of him. That was the most sparkling glass of water I have ever seen in my life. It must have fake water. But my dears, that was not a water glass. It was a Bourbon glass. Had I not known who this was and the picture had been presented to me to caption, it would have been: Old Southern Money with no need to be pretentious with a cut glass 200.00 tumbler because he knows he had the power of life and death. Now we move to the comic relief, Boner. Oh yes, he was part of the play. Did you wonder what that huge sterling silver ornate thing-a-magig was in front of him? I did. I kept getting closer to the screen and finally put my really strong glasses on. It appeared to contain two shakers and two vials. It was a condiment set! What in Hades was that doing up there? They weren't having lunch, but it sure was expensive and gaudy looking. Remember that. Then I looked at the man. That suit was an insult to used car salesmen. This was the picture of a new money Buffoon showing off his wealth (gaudy silver thingy) who thinks he is smart enough to outwit the old grey fox on the other side. Heck, Biden was on the left side of the screen and Boner on the right. Can you get more obvious? Boner sits there through out with the same expression of pain and suffering on his face. Biden claps and stands and even smiles.
Smiles is a very important thing to remember here, a very important thing. When people hear something they like they involuntarily smile a bit even if they catch themselves and stop.
I was looking for the man with the cue cards for the audience. Clap, Stand Up and Sit Down because he seemed to have the lost the Smile Card and couldn't find it. Had they replaced the clapping with Amen it would have looked like a tent revival full of people who had heard it all before and their cues to do something had become rote. The other 2/3's looked like the Presbyterians that got roped into the tent revival and were none to happy about it as they were chewing on rotten lemons.
I didn't see a single person smile even among the supporters. I thought for a moment Michelle smiled but it may have been a nervous tic.
As to our president, well, he proved he can't act. Every statement but one was flat. I think my computer can deliver a more rousing speech with more emotion. I know my cat can, just drop by around feeding time. He didn't believe in a thing he was saying and that was obvious to anyone who is trained to spot a lie at 50 yards or spent any time playing poker with some psychologists that are trained to spot a lie at 50 yards and came out of it with their underwear. Biden is a much better actor.
Will the plan outlined work? In my opinion, which is worth less than a cup of coffee, yes, Will it put us back on the map as an economic power? Yes. Will it put our people back to work? Yes. Will it improve our educational system? Yes. Is it economically viable? Yes. Will it fix our crumbling infrastructure before we can't even get food to our cities because the roads have collapsed under our trucks? Yes. Does it have a prayer in Hell of being implemented? Heck No!
So what was the one statement our president actually believed in, you ask. It was one sentence that was most telling, nicely inserted in a location it had no business being. It was the plan to have our youth graduate from high school and enter 2 years of social service. Only the smartest and richest will be allowed to continue on to college if they pass the proper tests. And what will this social service consist of you are wondering; at least I hope you are. The prisons pretty much have the garbage pick up taken care of, so what are they going to be doing? Gee, I don't know but I do recommend the uniform, and there will be one, consist of brown shirts. It worked so well the last time. Why mess with success?
As to the Republican debates.....when Ron Paul looks like the sane one in a group, you are in trouble because we all know he is nucking futs. You've heard of a dog and pony show? That was a donkey and jackass show.
No wonder I don't watch TV. Now I'm permanently soured on Dinner Theatre.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Where did all the heroes go?
Where did all the heroes go?
The ones who fought for freedom
Where did all the heroes go?
The ones who rushed into burning buildings.
They are not pretty enough for the parade.
They are not happy enough to be seen.
They are no longer polite enough company
Now that their job is done.
Where did all the heroes go?
Have you checked the overgrown lots?
Did you look under all the bridges?
Have you ventured near the soup lines?
Where did all the heroes go?
Have you looked in the charity wards?
Have any of you visited the slums yet?
After all, they are not polite company.
Where did all the heroes go?
Their invitations to dinner were lost.
The events were too crowded for them.
Parades need pretty girls and boys.
Where did all the heroes go?
Why do you need to know?
They scare our customers and children.
They are not polite company.
Where did all the heroes go?
They are not pretty any more.
They are not whole any more.
They ARE the truth we hide away.
The ones who fought for freedom
Where did all the heroes go?
The ones who rushed into burning buildings.
They are not pretty enough for the parade.
They are not happy enough to be seen.
They are no longer polite enough company
Now that their job is done.
Where did all the heroes go?
Have you checked the overgrown lots?
Did you look under all the bridges?
Have you ventured near the soup lines?
Where did all the heroes go?
Have you looked in the charity wards?
Have any of you visited the slums yet?
After all, they are not polite company.
Where did all the heroes go?
Their invitations to dinner were lost.
The events were too crowded for them.
Parades need pretty girls and boys.
Where did all the heroes go?
Why do you need to know?
They scare our customers and children.
They are not polite company.
Where did all the heroes go?
They are not pretty any more.
They are not whole any more.
They ARE the truth we hide away.
Monday, September 5, 2011
There are more things on .....or in?
First off, I have to tell you that I come from a long line of psychics. We see spirits or ghosts as you sometimes call them. I am used to it. For us it is normal. For the most part, they don't interact with people because they can't. You also usually know when you see a ghost because it is not quite solid, tends to float rather than walk and sometimes is not in color. The features tend to be blurred but distinct enough to recognize the person. It would take most of a book for me to explain this.
This little story falls into a whole new range of things and I don't mind admitting that if I never have this experience again, it will be two weeks too soon.
I have seen UFO's as I spent most of my life on and around airports and military bases. They stayed in the sky and I stayed on the ground except for one night in Homestead. That sighting was witnessed by about 30 people and the entire Perrine fire department including the fire chief. I didn't find out what we saw for almost 5 years when a man described constant sightings exactly like this in the infamous triangle. What most of you don't know is the infamous triangle extends on land. I didn't know it.
Shortly after I moved to this area I began to notice anomalies. The first strange thing, other than the normal strange things I see, was a mini tornado of butterflies. Yup, I said butterflies. It was quite beautiful. It was replaced a few days later with a multitude of dust devils which are in themselves not unusual except that they were only appearing in one spot.
Then I noticed that as I would head out to work or return from college at odd hours, the light seemed "different". At first I just thought I was tired until I saw the work of a famous photographer and the comment that no one knew how he achieved this lighting technique outdoors. I did. I was seeing it about once a month. Unfortunately I was always alone and no one else was about.
Then a few years ago, things got down right weird. My universe would get blurry and I had my eyes checked. They are perfect, by the way. It always seemed to occur in the same parking lot down the street. This is not a busy parking lot and the out parcel parking is normally quite deserted. One day I pulled in to go to the bank and even the out parcels were full to the brim. I wondered what was going on but I had to make the deposit, get change and get back to the shop. I should have known when no one was in the drive through teller something was seriously amiss. You have to circle the bank to get to the drive through. I zipped through in less than 3 minutes and headed out. There was no one in the parking lot. My thought was, where did all the cars go and how did they go. There are three exits. Two go onto 441 which is a very busy 6 lane highway. The third goes out the side and you make a left turn. It is also busy because it is right down from a school and business district. You just don't zip out of that parking in the middle of the day. When I drove past the previously full out parcel parking, there were even tree limbs strewn in the parking lot, leaves and garbage. There is no way on this planet that parking lot was full of cars less than 5 minutes earlier.
From that point forward, I started paying attention to my surroundings and I noticed that things just didn't always remain the way they were the moment before. It always happened in the same locations and there was always a "shift" in light before and after. I mentioned this to several people who live around here and all of them had noticed the same thing. These people are not psychics.
However, this did not prepare me for what happened a few weeks ago.
I had been laying in bed, wide awake for some time and finally decided no matter how early it was, I might as well get up because I was not going back to sleep. I figured it was just after dawn from the light. I opened my eyes, gave myself time to focus because at my age that doesn't happened instantly, and sat up on the edge of the bed only to see something walking toward me. I am going to describe it and I am also going to tell you that I don't scare. I have faced down men with guns and cotton mouth moccasins and a wild boar. Fortunately not at the same time. I was not in the least bit scared. I was calm as could be because that is how I was trained. My father firmly believed fear would get you killed faster than anything else. He was right.
I was scared witless.
Coming at me was a lizard type being walking upright at least 5 foot 9 inches tall. Its skin was a cracked grey green color (you could have mistaken the crackle pattern for scales at a distance) with beige bumps and pretty disgusting looking. It was a female. The eyes were almond shaped, larger than a humans and so pale blue they were close to completely white except for the pupil which was a squared vertical line like a goats is a horizontal one. The nose was not defined from the face but blended in along with the lips like someone wearing a stocking over their head would look. It had no hair. It was wearing a skin tight olive drab uniform more like a cat suit. The arms were shorter than ours and looked very weak. It was holding them like the classic pictures you see of a T-Rex. The talons and those were no fake fingernails were black and looked like they could rip you to shreds. The torso was equally narrow and weak looking and the breasts were barely visible and totally round. However, when you moved past the waist, the musculature became heavy and strange. The musle on the top front of the legs was over developed, the knees slightly bent (they never straightened as she walked toward me) and the feet, like the hands, were huge. She was wearing a boot that came up to below her knees and scrunched in a beige color.
I could even see the shadow she was casting behind her and I was pretty sure this was the end of me or at least the end of me in one piece. She walked right through me and the bed and disappeared. I don't buy lotto tickets and I would have bet you 20 bucks that thing was solid. She really didn't seem to be aware of me. There was no slowing of her stride as she approached me. She just went right through me. She walked about 10 feet before getting to me is how I was able to observe her so carefully. It turned out to be 1 PM in the afternoon on day when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. After the incident, the bedroom brightened instantly.
I'm old, slow and arthritic. There was no point in trying to get out of the way or move, she was coming at me too fast. I really didn't have time to try to kick and anyway, you can't get any leverage when you are seated and I can't get up fast.
I did a search on the internet as soon as I stopped shaking and discovered David Icke's books. I ordered the newest one and just finished it. No, he is not antisemetic and most of his critics admit they never read his books. Hey, War and Peace was an easier, and I suspect a shorter, read. Yes, I read War and Peace. I am the type who checks references and I found them to all be in order. He is one heck of a researcher. Is he right? Dear goddess it is either that or he is the greatest psychic alive. All you have to do is check the dates and see everything falling nicely into place. He is writing about it before it happens.
I am no stranger to "brain washing". You might say I am an expert at it. It was my area of expertise in psychology so you are forewarned.
Today I read the great jobs speech. Oh, it was great until I got to the comments by the gal from the Department of Labor. "It will be the responsibilty of the unemployed to retrain themselves to compete in today's job market." Guess you had better learn to use a mop and smile while asking if someone wants fries with that, because all our engineering jobs went to China and India. These infrastructure jobs are great if you are in tip top shape and young and strong. They certainly are not for some guy or woman in their 50's whose main exercise for 30 years has been at a keyboard as an engineer. We are talking repair work, not redesign. The situation at the end of the Great Depression was very different with a huge population in its 20's and 30's. Our current unemployed are in the range of 45 and above. There is always the catch at the end of the speech or proposal. Well, we never said YOU would be able to do the job. Every time I read a proposal, I remember what I read in the book and look for the hook and sinker. It is always there like they are all following a script.
Twenty years ago, a patient passed all the psychological testing and was hired by the police force of a local town. I had to call the chief of police and tell him that if he had checked this man's references he would known the previous police department and psychiatrist had warned everyone this person was never to be allowed to even put a uniform on let alone be given a gun. The man was psycho, dangerous and got off a serious assault charge that left an innocent person pretty much a veggie on a psychological defence. He fit the profile they wanted in a cop perfectly. I know the test they used. I used it. It clearly stated he was psychopathic. There is no way around that accessment. It was why they hired him. The state cops were right then becoming frightened of the local cops and just passing by when they saw they had someone down. One state trooper told me of a two local cops holding a man face down in red ant nests. What had he done? Seems he committed the horrendous offence of rolling through a stop sign rather than coming to a complete stop. You can bet I come to a complete stop around here and that my friends, was before David Icke ever picked up a pen to write anything.
Judge for yourselves, but first, actually read the books. Check the references. He may not be right about the reptiles, but I sure don't want to see another one. He may not be right about who is doing this. He is certainly spot on about what is happening.
BY the way....I neither drink nor take drugs. Neither of those substance go well with psychic ability. I do know the difference between a hallucination and a vision as I spent a really nasty week with malaria and my father sitting beside me telling what was real and what wasn't until I could tell the difference. This incident was neither a vision or a hallucination. It was real.
This little story falls into a whole new range of things and I don't mind admitting that if I never have this experience again, it will be two weeks too soon.
I have seen UFO's as I spent most of my life on and around airports and military bases. They stayed in the sky and I stayed on the ground except for one night in Homestead. That sighting was witnessed by about 30 people and the entire Perrine fire department including the fire chief. I didn't find out what we saw for almost 5 years when a man described constant sightings exactly like this in the infamous triangle. What most of you don't know is the infamous triangle extends on land. I didn't know it.
Shortly after I moved to this area I began to notice anomalies. The first strange thing, other than the normal strange things I see, was a mini tornado of butterflies. Yup, I said butterflies. It was quite beautiful. It was replaced a few days later with a multitude of dust devils which are in themselves not unusual except that they were only appearing in one spot.
Then I noticed that as I would head out to work or return from college at odd hours, the light seemed "different". At first I just thought I was tired until I saw the work of a famous photographer and the comment that no one knew how he achieved this lighting technique outdoors. I did. I was seeing it about once a month. Unfortunately I was always alone and no one else was about.
Then a few years ago, things got down right weird. My universe would get blurry and I had my eyes checked. They are perfect, by the way. It always seemed to occur in the same parking lot down the street. This is not a busy parking lot and the out parcel parking is normally quite deserted. One day I pulled in to go to the bank and even the out parcels were full to the brim. I wondered what was going on but I had to make the deposit, get change and get back to the shop. I should have known when no one was in the drive through teller something was seriously amiss. You have to circle the bank to get to the drive through. I zipped through in less than 3 minutes and headed out. There was no one in the parking lot. My thought was, where did all the cars go and how did they go. There are three exits. Two go onto 441 which is a very busy 6 lane highway. The third goes out the side and you make a left turn. It is also busy because it is right down from a school and business district. You just don't zip out of that parking in the middle of the day. When I drove past the previously full out parcel parking, there were even tree limbs strewn in the parking lot, leaves and garbage. There is no way on this planet that parking lot was full of cars less than 5 minutes earlier.
From that point forward, I started paying attention to my surroundings and I noticed that things just didn't always remain the way they were the moment before. It always happened in the same locations and there was always a "shift" in light before and after. I mentioned this to several people who live around here and all of them had noticed the same thing. These people are not psychics.
However, this did not prepare me for what happened a few weeks ago.
I had been laying in bed, wide awake for some time and finally decided no matter how early it was, I might as well get up because I was not going back to sleep. I figured it was just after dawn from the light. I opened my eyes, gave myself time to focus because at my age that doesn't happened instantly, and sat up on the edge of the bed only to see something walking toward me. I am going to describe it and I am also going to tell you that I don't scare. I have faced down men with guns and cotton mouth moccasins and a wild boar. Fortunately not at the same time. I was not in the least bit scared. I was calm as could be because that is how I was trained. My father firmly believed fear would get you killed faster than anything else. He was right.
I was scared witless.
Coming at me was a lizard type being walking upright at least 5 foot 9 inches tall. Its skin was a cracked grey green color (you could have mistaken the crackle pattern for scales at a distance) with beige bumps and pretty disgusting looking. It was a female. The eyes were almond shaped, larger than a humans and so pale blue they were close to completely white except for the pupil which was a squared vertical line like a goats is a horizontal one. The nose was not defined from the face but blended in along with the lips like someone wearing a stocking over their head would look. It had no hair. It was wearing a skin tight olive drab uniform more like a cat suit. The arms were shorter than ours and looked very weak. It was holding them like the classic pictures you see of a T-Rex. The talons and those were no fake fingernails were black and looked like they could rip you to shreds. The torso was equally narrow and weak looking and the breasts were barely visible and totally round. However, when you moved past the waist, the musculature became heavy and strange. The musle on the top front of the legs was over developed, the knees slightly bent (they never straightened as she walked toward me) and the feet, like the hands, were huge. She was wearing a boot that came up to below her knees and scrunched in a beige color.
I could even see the shadow she was casting behind her and I was pretty sure this was the end of me or at least the end of me in one piece. She walked right through me and the bed and disappeared. I don't buy lotto tickets and I would have bet you 20 bucks that thing was solid. She really didn't seem to be aware of me. There was no slowing of her stride as she approached me. She just went right through me. She walked about 10 feet before getting to me is how I was able to observe her so carefully. It turned out to be 1 PM in the afternoon on day when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. After the incident, the bedroom brightened instantly.
I'm old, slow and arthritic. There was no point in trying to get out of the way or move, she was coming at me too fast. I really didn't have time to try to kick and anyway, you can't get any leverage when you are seated and I can't get up fast.
I did a search on the internet as soon as I stopped shaking and discovered David Icke's books. I ordered the newest one and just finished it. No, he is not antisemetic and most of his critics admit they never read his books. Hey, War and Peace was an easier, and I suspect a shorter, read. Yes, I read War and Peace. I am the type who checks references and I found them to all be in order. He is one heck of a researcher. Is he right? Dear goddess it is either that or he is the greatest psychic alive. All you have to do is check the dates and see everything falling nicely into place. He is writing about it before it happens.
I am no stranger to "brain washing". You might say I am an expert at it. It was my area of expertise in psychology so you are forewarned.
Today I read the great jobs speech. Oh, it was great until I got to the comments by the gal from the Department of Labor. "It will be the responsibilty of the unemployed to retrain themselves to compete in today's job market." Guess you had better learn to use a mop and smile while asking if someone wants fries with that, because all our engineering jobs went to China and India. These infrastructure jobs are great if you are in tip top shape and young and strong. They certainly are not for some guy or woman in their 50's whose main exercise for 30 years has been at a keyboard as an engineer. We are talking repair work, not redesign. The situation at the end of the Great Depression was very different with a huge population in its 20's and 30's. Our current unemployed are in the range of 45 and above. There is always the catch at the end of the speech or proposal. Well, we never said YOU would be able to do the job. Every time I read a proposal, I remember what I read in the book and look for the hook and sinker. It is always there like they are all following a script.
Twenty years ago, a patient passed all the psychological testing and was hired by the police force of a local town. I had to call the chief of police and tell him that if he had checked this man's references he would known the previous police department and psychiatrist had warned everyone this person was never to be allowed to even put a uniform on let alone be given a gun. The man was psycho, dangerous and got off a serious assault charge that left an innocent person pretty much a veggie on a psychological defence. He fit the profile they wanted in a cop perfectly. I know the test they used. I used it. It clearly stated he was psychopathic. There is no way around that accessment. It was why they hired him. The state cops were right then becoming frightened of the local cops and just passing by when they saw they had someone down. One state trooper told me of a two local cops holding a man face down in red ant nests. What had he done? Seems he committed the horrendous offence of rolling through a stop sign rather than coming to a complete stop. You can bet I come to a complete stop around here and that my friends, was before David Icke ever picked up a pen to write anything.
Judge for yourselves, but first, actually read the books. Check the references. He may not be right about the reptiles, but I sure don't want to see another one. He may not be right about who is doing this. He is certainly spot on about what is happening.
BY the way....I neither drink nor take drugs. Neither of those substance go well with psychic ability. I do know the difference between a hallucination and a vision as I spent a really nasty week with malaria and my father sitting beside me telling what was real and what wasn't until I could tell the difference. This incident was neither a vision or a hallucination. It was real.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Stop the Insanity
Yes, the world has gone mad. You are not imagining it. It is now time to stop it.
HOW???
It is easy. Don't bother asking what Jesus, Krishna, Allah, the Faery Ring or your Rice Krispies would do. You know what is right. DO IT! Toss out the Law of Attraction, the religious books, and all the made up "laws" that leave you cowering in fear, paralyzed and unable to function on a human level. It is time to revolt. It is time to take back your power. You are a sentient being. You are a spiritual being and you need no one to tell you how to be either. You know.
It is simple. Your neighbor's garbage can is rolling in the street. Return it to their property. Let the person in on the highway. Open the door for the person behind you. Park far from the door because you are able bodied and leave the close spaces for people who have trouble walking. Pick up your neighbor's newspaper before it gets wet and put it on their porch. Mow the old lady's lawn because you know she can't and lives on Social Security. Smile at the person checking you out and thank them. Learn people's names. Acknowledge their divinity. SMILE! It won't hurt you. Help, it will help someone else.
Acknowledge other people are actually alive and on the same planet as you are. Help when you see the need. Stop worrying about whether it is against the law, you'll be sued and how will they take it. Kindness never hurt anyone, fear did. Talk to people.
We live in a world where we are afraid of the government, the law, the police, the traffic cams and everyone else. As long as we buy into this fear, we are separate, alone and powerless. When we come together and DO WHAT IS RIGHT, we are unstoppable.
So just do what is right and everything else will fall into place.
HOW???
It is easy. Don't bother asking what Jesus, Krishna, Allah, the Faery Ring or your Rice Krispies would do. You know what is right. DO IT! Toss out the Law of Attraction, the religious books, and all the made up "laws" that leave you cowering in fear, paralyzed and unable to function on a human level. It is time to revolt. It is time to take back your power. You are a sentient being. You are a spiritual being and you need no one to tell you how to be either. You know.
It is simple. Your neighbor's garbage can is rolling in the street. Return it to their property. Let the person in on the highway. Open the door for the person behind you. Park far from the door because you are able bodied and leave the close spaces for people who have trouble walking. Pick up your neighbor's newspaper before it gets wet and put it on their porch. Mow the old lady's lawn because you know she can't and lives on Social Security. Smile at the person checking you out and thank them. Learn people's names. Acknowledge their divinity. SMILE! It won't hurt you. Help, it will help someone else.
Acknowledge other people are actually alive and on the same planet as you are. Help when you see the need. Stop worrying about whether it is against the law, you'll be sued and how will they take it. Kindness never hurt anyone, fear did. Talk to people.
We live in a world where we are afraid of the government, the law, the police, the traffic cams and everyone else. As long as we buy into this fear, we are separate, alone and powerless. When we come together and DO WHAT IS RIGHT, we are unstoppable.
So just do what is right and everything else will fall into place.
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