The Definition of Liberalism

I saw this walking one day and I had to share. To me, this is the epitome of care. Some things just need to be done.


This is not always (or ever, really!) the case in America, or moreover now, the world. We need to get back to care and faith in ourselves, and faith in our roots, as we are tied to Mother Earth. This big, beautiful ball of mud is probably getting pissed that we just shun Her well being. The Native Americans had the right of it – we are a part of Her, not Her owners.

Leave a comment

Fascism Recognized

Apparently I am not the only conspiracy theorist out there – a tribute to one of the smartest men I’ve ever seen!


I don’t claim to know much of anything at all. But I know when my pants have been pulled to my ankles and I’m getting it in the rear. Being raped is never fun!

The more you know . . .


Their Magically Legal!

So, one person stated “Only in Ireland!” Apparently a loophole in some legislation on Monday (I think it was Monday. It may have been earlier) passed by the government of Ireland has “accidentally” legalized ketamine, ecstacy and psilocybin mushrooms. Psilocybin – you know, the magic ones that blow your shoes off!

Ketamine, or horse tranquilizers, are a sedative, obviously, that party people, often teens and twenty-somethings with zero regard for their mental health, sometimes sprinkle in a big, fat blunt and blaze up. Trust me when I say this is not something you really want to try. It was known as Love Boat (I think) and at a party, once in my twenties, I unwittingly (and, yes, I do mean unwittingly) sampled a Love Boat blunt. The gracious host passed the monster around and neglected to inform me that it was dosed. Well, after I finally came down four hours and a near death experience later, I vowed never to blaze with that gracious host again.

Those days are long behind me now but for some it may just be beginning, especially in Ireland. So, in tribute to the hapless government error and since today is in fact St. Patrick’s Day, I spun out a little cartoon for your enjoyment. Check it out.

Lucky Leprechaun finds Magic Mushrooms

Lucky Leprechaun finds Magic Mushrooms

Until next time, Happy St. Patty’s Day and take care!


Politicos and Horse Shit

What can I say? They go hand in hand. Therefore, it is the assessment of my situation that I refuse to be full of, throwing up, or all around be a big pile thereof. Our creative license to verbally attack any and all government agencies and their mouthpieces, be it corporate, media or otherwise, has been withdrawn forthwith.

Now, I feel if I throw enough big words out at you, the powers that be, in the event I have offended any, will look elsewhere, and not at my meager blog as to subversive horse shit.

In other words, I quit. No more politico horse shit, this I vow! Thank you and good day. Take care, y’all. We’ll talk soon.

Leave a comment

New Leaf

My mother said I’ve turned over a new leaf. I told her no, I have not. I chopped down the tree, built a fire from the branches, made paper from the pulp, and am now writing a new life’s chapter beside the fire’s light.

Well . . . I had to tell someone! Take care. We will talk soon!


Monday’s Finish the Story – Did Someone Say Challenge?!

A new challenge I ran across in my WordPress travels: Monday’s Finish the Story. I heart writing challenges like I heart sunshine. A day without one is like . . . well, I think you get it. So, this one is new. In 100 – 150 words, like the blog title implies, finish the story using the photo prompt and starting sentence which is “She was unaware she was being watched.” My story follows right at 150 words.


The story:

The Thief

She was unaware she was being watched. Ellie entered the shop – one of the more interesting shops that Gatlinburg offered. She turned at the shopkeeper’s greeting and realized she had not been alone the whole time. The shopkeeper was in back but the wolf that sat by the backdoor was no stuffed hunter’s prize. It moved toward her beside the shopkeeper. Slight fear pitted Ellie’s belly.

“It’s okay. Connelly wouldn’t hurt a fly. I have to bring him to the shop or else he tears up the house. He worries when I’m gone. I’m his pack and therefore he’s very insistent on being with me twenty-four seven,” the shopkeeper stated with a chuckle.

“Wow, he is beautiful. Are you sure it’s okay?” Ellie asked.

Connelly groaned and looked at the shopkeeper.

“Are you lying, Connelly?” the shopkeeper asked.

Ellie swore Connelly said a drawn-out “no”.

“Okay, Ma’am, what did you steal?”

This little short flash is loosely based on a true story. I went once to Gatlinburg with a friend. We entered a shop and there lay a wolf. The shopkeeper was present, though, and we didn’t steal anything. But that was the most interesting shop and animal. It was so very docile and calm. The guy said he’d rescued the animal and now he was the wolf’s pack. The wolf went most everywhere with the man. A great memory, for sure.

Until next time . . .

Leave a comment

The Future Is Organic

I saw a bumper sticker, today, as always. Around here, one would think having a bumper sticker is a vehicle registration requirement. It’s not however people feel the need to tell everyone that “My dog is smarter than your honor student” and “I’m republican, therefore, I’ll shoot first and pray about it later!” Okay, I made up the second one but you get my drift. Well, the bumper sticker in question probably wanted to imply a health message, I’m guessing. The driver, probably vegan, wanted to tell the world that the future depends on organic foods, maybe. The sticker read “The Future Is Organic”.

Well, as always, my mind rode waves from subject to subject, mainly from foods to something more philosophical. The broad plastic of my creative brain (like it or not) shaped the sticker’s message from organic foods and farming to the Fates and the Almighty. Taking this idea into a broader definition, the idea somewhat antiquates older ideas – the idea of an All-knowing Almighty, for example. Now, by no means am I trying to imply or sell the idea of happenstance and simple coincidence. The Universe, I am sure, has a Designer. And She’s hot (elle oh elle)! Seriously, I cannot see Her being the Creator of the world, Designer of the very ideas of Love and Beauty, and deciding not to dress Herself accordingly.

At any rate, in a linear mode and manner of thinking (which may be the problem), one cannot think of an omnipotent, all-knowing god with having to incorporate the ideas of knowing the future of each of us. If this is the case, then one also can’t ignore that an all-knowing god would have to, as well, not only know the future, but choose that very future for us. There is no other line of thought. If She knows our future before we do, then, intrinsically, She would not only shape that future but free will would not exist. Think of choices as something tangible that you could hold in your hand. Two masses of matter cannot exist in the same space, right? Then my choice cannot exist in Her mind previously and still be called my choice. It would’ve been Hers all along, correct? Now, there is the argument that “oh, God knows our choices but doesn’t make them for us”. Hmm. Does that make sense to you? Me either. For free will to truly exist, it cannot first exist as an idea or choice elsewhere in another entity. Sorry. Free will cannot work any other way than in our own minds and hearts as our own intrinsic choice.

Now, it may very well be that She knows all the choices and paths of said choice upon choice, all bazillion and four of them, upfront. Meaning this path of choices and intertwining “mistakes” and/or “triumphs” can be clearly seen by Her initially, possibly by some highly advanced mathematical algorithm, because most things, in my opinion, can be broken down into numbers or patterns somehow, usually. When you get down to the meat, the Universe itself is a pattern. It has to be. No other possibility, even taking into account ideas like Chaos theory and the Strange Attractor, can really exist. This may sound like the two cannot coexist, though. Free will and patterns. But thinking non-linearly, as if choice and patterns of choices are finite and tangible, like an interwoven spectrum, She may hold the paths but the choices of those paths are in the here and now, and are mine alone to make. She hold the lock and keys and my hand alone chooses which specific key, and I alone take responsibility for those choices and actions.

Why am I going off on this rant? I don’t know. Why not! Anyway, just my two cents on an old idea with new factors thrown in.

As always, take care, everyone. And I hope your Sunday is worry and bullet-free!


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 106 other followers

%d bloggers like this: