Turbulence
Life's Sunami struck quickly in December.
After months of interviewing, receiving turn downs left and right.... Kelly Services called me in early December to inform me that I had been invited to interview for an opportunity in Akron. Figuring I had nothing to lose, and after turning down a life insurance job over Thanksgiving, I went on the interview.
Soon, I found out I was considered for a job. Facing the insecurity of the further decline in the Real Estate Market and slowing of my closing business, I decided to take the offer and on December 8th, began my new career in Akron. The only thing that bothered me was the turning down of closings after I had taken the job.
Then, I did the numbers.Much to my own dismay, I was making about 300 per week less than I had been averaging for the past several months. To further the aggrivation, I most recently discovered that I was NOT accomplishing the progress I had hoped, and that in fact, I may be terminated because I was just not catching on as fast as they wanted.
So - while I made it to the end of the month... all's NOT rosy for the beginnings of 2012.
More when I have it....
(Notice I didn't name any NAMES of companies). (yet)
Monday, November 21, 2011
The Past
The past is nothing more than a chart showing how you got to where you are today.
Were there transgressions? Sure there were.
Were there errors in judgment? You bet.
Will there be again? Of course.
We're all human. We all have faults and make mistakes.
The secret to happiness is NOT how fat your wallet is nor how many things you posess.
The secret to happiness is how you deal with Life's obsticles, setbacks and mistakes. Knowing what matters and what doesn't.
Paths change.
Many will try and "armchair quarterback" your life. It only becomes stressful to you if you let them do so. They'll try and advise you based upon THEIR beliefs and experiences.... NOT YOURS! The moment you permit that static to influence your decisions, is the moment your stress level increases geometricly.
DON'T PERMIT IT! No matter WHO the individual or group is. If you do, your life is no longer yours.
I am currently in the process of deflating all groups and individuals who are detracting from my life's track.
The past is nothing more than a chart showing how you got to where you are today.
Were there transgressions? Sure there were.
Were there errors in judgment? You bet.
Will there be again? Of course.
We're all human. We all have faults and make mistakes.
The secret to happiness is NOT how fat your wallet is nor how many things you posess.
The secret to happiness is how you deal with Life's obsticles, setbacks and mistakes. Knowing what matters and what doesn't.
Paths change.
Many will try and "armchair quarterback" your life. It only becomes stressful to you if you let them do so. They'll try and advise you based upon THEIR beliefs and experiences.... NOT YOURS! The moment you permit that static to influence your decisions, is the moment your stress level increases geometricly.
DON'T PERMIT IT! No matter WHO the individual or group is. If you do, your life is no longer yours.
I am currently in the process of deflating all groups and individuals who are detracting from my life's track.
Thursday, November 03, 2011
I should be getting accustomed to this by now.
A state of mind has befallen upon me. It is one I have been visited by before.
Sometimes I refer to it as my "Spidey Senses". Other times, I call it my "ESP". No matter what it is - I am visited by it from time to time. I first became aware of it in December, 1979, when I told my sister that I can no longer forsee myself on the path I had been for quite some time. I had been going through a dark period and was ripe for a change. Since I hadn't experienced this feeling before, I had no idea how to react or interpret it. My life was changing. My whole direction as a matter of fact. In about six weeks time, against the wishes of my over-bearing mother, I was engaged.
I sensed this feeling repeatedly throughout my life whenever another change was about to take place. At times there seemed to be a longer "lead time" than others and then, there were times when change came about completely unexpectedly, as the sock-in-the-gut feeling I had at around 2 PM on 9-11-01.
It's called life.
Over the past few months, I have been making a full forced effort to change careers. The Real Estate closings business has taken quite a tumble and I need to attain verifiyable - even if lesser - income. I suspect this is the course of change coming my way. Still - it's not completely the case. A lot of other changes are on the horizon as well.
My sub-conscious has been entertaining me with life-like, memory based dreams over the past weeks. Most deal with a specific past relationship and/or my parents' house. The relationship one isn't as disturbing as the house ones are. There are VERY detailed dreams surfacing - even detailing floor plans, cinderblock patterns and rafters in the basement (not visable since 1982), along with patio based swim parties (pool was torn down 6 years ago, and the last parties were held almost 10 years ago) with family and friends who are long since dead. Clearly, my sub-conscious is attempting to remind me of something, and perhaps THIS is what is leading to my feelings that change is on the horizon.
Change, however, IS coming.
Nothing as ominous as the feelings I had just prior to Dad's 60th Birthday in 1987; or just prior to mom's last trip to the hospital in 2007. Those feelings were TERMINAL. Nor are they as ominous as the nebulous feelings I had in December, 1979, either - where I had no point of reference - nor a way to cope with an oncoming engagement I didn't fathom was yet on the horizon.
But it IS out there.
And it WILL happen.
The question remains as to whether it's personal or political. Political change - as promised by nObama, is rippled throughout Africa, Asia, Europe and is now on these shores. Those changes are a certainty and a dramatic loss of liberty for all is just around the corner. Buy Gold? HELL NO! Guns and Ammo. LOTS of AMMO!
As the intensity of these feelings grow, I will elaborate.
Untel then - as dad used to say - Keep Your Powder Dry!
A state of mind has befallen upon me. It is one I have been visited by before.
Sometimes I refer to it as my "Spidey Senses". Other times, I call it my "ESP". No matter what it is - I am visited by it from time to time. I first became aware of it in December, 1979, when I told my sister that I can no longer forsee myself on the path I had been for quite some time. I had been going through a dark period and was ripe for a change. Since I hadn't experienced this feeling before, I had no idea how to react or interpret it. My life was changing. My whole direction as a matter of fact. In about six weeks time, against the wishes of my over-bearing mother, I was engaged.
I sensed this feeling repeatedly throughout my life whenever another change was about to take place. At times there seemed to be a longer "lead time" than others and then, there were times when change came about completely unexpectedly, as the sock-in-the-gut feeling I had at around 2 PM on 9-11-01.
It's called life.
Over the past few months, I have been making a full forced effort to change careers. The Real Estate closings business has taken quite a tumble and I need to attain verifiyable - even if lesser - income. I suspect this is the course of change coming my way. Still - it's not completely the case. A lot of other changes are on the horizon as well.
My sub-conscious has been entertaining me with life-like, memory based dreams over the past weeks. Most deal with a specific past relationship and/or my parents' house. The relationship one isn't as disturbing as the house ones are. There are VERY detailed dreams surfacing - even detailing floor plans, cinderblock patterns and rafters in the basement (not visable since 1982), along with patio based swim parties (pool was torn down 6 years ago, and the last parties were held almost 10 years ago) with family and friends who are long since dead. Clearly, my sub-conscious is attempting to remind me of something, and perhaps THIS is what is leading to my feelings that change is on the horizon.
Change, however, IS coming.
Nothing as ominous as the feelings I had just prior to Dad's 60th Birthday in 1987; or just prior to mom's last trip to the hospital in 2007. Those feelings were TERMINAL. Nor are they as ominous as the nebulous feelings I had in December, 1979, either - where I had no point of reference - nor a way to cope with an oncoming engagement I didn't fathom was yet on the horizon.
But it IS out there.
And it WILL happen.
The question remains as to whether it's personal or political. Political change - as promised by nObama, is rippled throughout Africa, Asia, Europe and is now on these shores. Those changes are a certainty and a dramatic loss of liberty for all is just around the corner. Buy Gold? HELL NO! Guns and Ammo. LOTS of AMMO!
As the intensity of these feelings grow, I will elaborate.
Untel then - as dad used to say - Keep Your Powder Dry!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Not every path can be seen.
Not every change, envisioned.
The seeds of change can often be planted years ago. Just because nothing happens on the surface doesn't mean that the change isn't transpiring beneath.
These posts here can be - and often are - reflective.
Sometimes the past is all that we can see clearly.
Often, the further back you go, the clearer you see.
Such is the case in point for this post.
Today I read some words that were posted on October 10, 2008. It was shortly after a transition point in my life. The feelings these words brought back were of that time period. Pain. Sorrow. A sense of loss.
Occasionally, when in a reflective mood, I re-visit the mental images of the past and re-visit those same feelings as well.
Today's visit was different, however.
I remembered the fun, the projects, the laughter and even the love of a past partner.
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The road that lead to the end of that relationship was long... ...and for a while - care free.
As sobriety and mental clarity have returned, however, I now see where the road became frought with "Life's IED's" along the road. From our very first date, the common ground laid was alcohol and secrets on either side. The outcome, although perhaps delayed by several years, was inevitable.
Each of us strong willed and stubborned, I heard the "re-evaluate our relationship speech" several times throughout our early years (2002 - 2005) and then it disappeared from her lexicon. Perhaps that is why, when the end did come, it hurt so bad.
Still... the end DID come.
It was - as I said - inevitable.
People's life patterns, no matter how buried, do re-surface in time. There's a saying in life for that: "Old Habits Die Hard". Her internet activities seemed to increase, but maybe they never really went away.
The toxicity of the relationship had come full circle, and the relationship that never was more than just an extended fling, ended.
I have an uncanny pattern to continually make the same mistakes in life.
Either I am an incredibly naive optomist, or I maintain a lifelong membership on the short bus of life's lesson learning abilities. My credibility is nil.
So...
Where does that leave me?
Seeing how my kids are now all grown, doing their own thing, and my family scattered after my move, I'd say for the first time since 1980 - AT A CROSSROADS. I have some decisions to make and no timetable - other than life's own clock - to make them.
This may very well become my life's pursuit, after a 30+ year absence:
THESE Seeds are about to bear fruit after a 30 year stretch of hibrination.
Bout Damn Time!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Another reflection....
It is always bitter-sweet when someone who had done you wrong gets their own.
On one hand, justice prevails.
On the other hand, you reflect upon a "better time" and realize that taking solace in somone else's loss(es) isn't the right way to feel.
In fact, it is the latter way I feel about my former boss.
During a rather indebted period of my life, while I was literally struggling, as was my mom, my employer for 6 years took me under his (and his wife's) wings and sheltered me from the financial pain. I did not get rich - but I existed.
Within the last month, I discovered the first concrete evidence that they too, had come under some financial strife, even being forced to take a substantial loss in the sale of their million and a half dollar home. I had been through the house during it's construction. A massive 5000+ sq ft showpiece with ALL the bells and whistles, granite and amenities that you could imagine.
A sinking, sickening feeling ensued as I looked at the home's photos from the sale on Realtor.com. It was to be their end-all home. The housing crash took their customer base.... diminished their business... and eventually they lost both their home and their livelyhood - both within 3 months time.
While my memories of that time now include good memories, the sadness I feel for them and the loss of their home outweighs any resentment I once felt.
This is a very sad reflection....
It is always bitter-sweet when someone who had done you wrong gets their own.
On one hand, justice prevails.
On the other hand, you reflect upon a "better time" and realize that taking solace in somone else's loss(es) isn't the right way to feel.
In fact, it is the latter way I feel about my former boss.
During a rather indebted period of my life, while I was literally struggling, as was my mom, my employer for 6 years took me under his (and his wife's) wings and sheltered me from the financial pain. I did not get rich - but I existed.
Within the last month, I discovered the first concrete evidence that they too, had come under some financial strife, even being forced to take a substantial loss in the sale of their million and a half dollar home. I had been through the house during it's construction. A massive 5000+ sq ft showpiece with ALL the bells and whistles, granite and amenities that you could imagine.
A sinking, sickening feeling ensued as I looked at the home's photos from the sale on Realtor.com. It was to be their end-all home. The housing crash took their customer base.... diminished their business... and eventually they lost both their home and their livelyhood - both within 3 months time.
While my memories of that time now include good memories, the sadness I feel for them and the loss of their home outweighs any resentment I once felt.
This is a very sad reflection....
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Gray Day Reflections
I find that Grey, Autumnal days are the best for reflection.
My mind wanders to points in time and I reflect for an instant upon that moment.
Sometimes a movie title or specific scene would pop into my head and my memory steps through that wormhole, instantly teleporting me back to that particular moment in time.
I often find myself reflecting back when specific calendar dates pass. For example, every Christmas, I seem to reflect back to a much younger time when I see or hear lines from the 1951 version of "A Christmas Carol" starring Alistair Sim, which is always my favorite Christmas movie. When that is on, I find myself teleported back to Christmastimes when I still lived at home, and it was on TV at around 2 AM Christmas Day. We had either just arrived back from my Aunt's house or everyone had left our house from Christmas Eve and we were unwinding just before bed. I would often stay up and watch this Christmas classic until 3 or 3:30 AM by myself in the living room... in the dark.... Christmas Tree Lights on, and a fire in the fireplace. It is a very good memory...
Many of my reflections are calendar based, as a certain date, or time of the year passes. Some contain a common thread or theme, which all weaves around similar experiences. Sometimes there are reflections that you teleport back through when you glimpse a memory of a movie title or scene. And sometimes you get a conglomeration of several reference points that tug at your heartstrings enough to pull you, unwillingly, through that portal of time.
Recently, I have been re-experiencing the heartaches of just over three years ago, as August 31st thru September 5th was passing. The floodgates opened. The shock of her announcement; the feelings of sickness, revulsion, rejection and despair all resurfaced. The realization that I had once again crossed into a period of transition. The memories of certain movies forever entwined: 50 First Dates; Somewhere In Time; The Lake House to name three that each, in their own way, dealt with romance, time and the resulting changes in the movie's plot due to path changes taken by the movie's lead roles. Plus these were movies that we watched together, that did, indeed bring her to tears.
Then, after a time, I snap back...
Today is all around me. A new set of circumstances, totally unrelated, are my priorities now. A renewed direction from back in 1974 regarding REAL opportunities to play my drums again! (Hey! I have 2 drumsets now!) The reality hits me that I may be a LOT closer to that dream than I had imagined as recently as a month ago!
Do I still have those reflections? Sure. Is it still gray out? Yes, but the sun IS trying to peek through the winter-like clouds.
That period of transition I mentioned a couple of paragraphs ago is not yet over. Events unforeseen before, have taken me down a completely different path. I've literally met hundreds of people in the local music industry and om on a first name basis with a great many of them.
As I type this.... a sign? The sun has completely peeked through. It wasn't supposed to happen today. The remnants of Hurricane Lee are parked over Ohio and it is supposed to be a gray day. Did God just wink at me? I think so.
OK... so I did some reflection upon someone from my past. No after-depression! No longing "what if's". Instead, a sign.
Perhaps this track I am on... quest for a new job... quest to complete my drumset and play drums again.... perhaps this IS a path I was intended to be on. I think so!
I also think that today IS going to be a good day!
I find that Grey, Autumnal days are the best for reflection.
My mind wanders to points in time and I reflect for an instant upon that moment.
Sometimes a movie title or specific scene would pop into my head and my memory steps through that wormhole, instantly teleporting me back to that particular moment in time.
I often find myself reflecting back when specific calendar dates pass. For example, every Christmas, I seem to reflect back to a much younger time when I see or hear lines from the 1951 version of "A Christmas Carol" starring Alistair Sim, which is always my favorite Christmas movie. When that is on, I find myself teleported back to Christmastimes when I still lived at home, and it was on TV at around 2 AM Christmas Day. We had either just arrived back from my Aunt's house or everyone had left our house from Christmas Eve and we were unwinding just before bed. I would often stay up and watch this Christmas classic until 3 or 3:30 AM by myself in the living room... in the dark.... Christmas Tree Lights on, and a fire in the fireplace. It is a very good memory...
Many of my reflections are calendar based, as a certain date, or time of the year passes. Some contain a common thread or theme, which all weaves around similar experiences. Sometimes there are reflections that you teleport back through when you glimpse a memory of a movie title or scene. And sometimes you get a conglomeration of several reference points that tug at your heartstrings enough to pull you, unwillingly, through that portal of time.
Recently, I have been re-experiencing the heartaches of just over three years ago, as August 31st thru September 5th was passing. The floodgates opened. The shock of her announcement; the feelings of sickness, revulsion, rejection and despair all resurfaced. The realization that I had once again crossed into a period of transition. The memories of certain movies forever entwined: 50 First Dates; Somewhere In Time; The Lake House to name three that each, in their own way, dealt with romance, time and the resulting changes in the movie's plot due to path changes taken by the movie's lead roles. Plus these were movies that we watched together, that did, indeed bring her to tears.
Then, after a time, I snap back...
Today is all around me. A new set of circumstances, totally unrelated, are my priorities now. A renewed direction from back in 1974 regarding REAL opportunities to play my drums again! (Hey! I have 2 drumsets now!) The reality hits me that I may be a LOT closer to that dream than I had imagined as recently as a month ago!
Do I still have those reflections? Sure. Is it still gray out? Yes, but the sun IS trying to peek through the winter-like clouds.
That period of transition I mentioned a couple of paragraphs ago is not yet over. Events unforeseen before, have taken me down a completely different path. I've literally met hundreds of people in the local music industry and om on a first name basis with a great many of them.
As I type this.... a sign? The sun has completely peeked through. It wasn't supposed to happen today. The remnants of Hurricane Lee are parked over Ohio and it is supposed to be a gray day. Did God just wink at me? I think so.
OK... so I did some reflection upon someone from my past. No after-depression! No longing "what if's". Instead, a sign.
Perhaps this track I am on... quest for a new job... quest to complete my drumset and play drums again.... perhaps this IS a path I was intended to be on. I think so!
I also think that today IS going to be a good day!
Friday, July 01, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Time passages...
So today is March 15th, 2011.
The Ides of March! (One hit wonder = Vehicle) lol
But there are more subtleties...
For example:
March 15th, 1968: I was in 6th grade. Mr Jevcek was our student teacher for that grading period in Mr Palmateer's class. It was a Friday - and it was Mr Jevcek's last day. We had a party for him that afternoon. Flash forward to dinner. Mom, Linda and Lisa and I were eating. The phone rang. Mom answered and went hysterical. Dad had his first heart attack and was headed to Lutheran Hospital after the nurse in the Bank's commissary pumped him full of Vodka Martinis to ease the pain and dilate his blood vessels.
I became the man of the house that day. For most of the remainder of dad's life, I handled all the manly stuff around the house... cut the grass... vacuum the pool .... paint the house.... everything. I was 12 years old.
March 15th, 1974. Senior cut day - our first. It was the 74th day of the year and we were seniors... nuff said. Since I was already 18 and seniors could write their own excuses.... but dad the poet wrote an excuse letter that Mr Gibson (assistant principal) loved so much he kept and framed it!
I headed out to Hinckley in my big ol' 66 Ford Galaxie with my baseball equipment in the trunk, next to my Styrofoam cooler full of quarts of Busch Beer (3.2 beer was LEGAL for 18 year olds).
After a mis-calculation on my part and returning, I found Whipps Ledges. By noon, so many of our classmates had shown up that the Rangers tossed us out so we wouldn't scare the returning Buzzards.
We spontaneously headed to Brushwood. I followed Mark Karras and we formed a caravan of sorts. Tom Hach tagged along with me and - again we got lost. Tailing Mark in his MG and Lenny Zevcek in his Javilin, my big ol' Ford Galaxie tailed on the twisty turney parkway roads of Brecksville reservation. We had empty quarts rolling around under the seats - a testament to the "dead soldiers" we polished off.
Finally, Dale Maharidge found us and we followed him to Brushwood. The party had grown, as Juniors and Sophomores joined in. Bismark Newman streaked. We began a softball game and I left my baseball stuff with Kathy DeMattie as I had to go to work at Cerinos that night.... drunk - or not.
That wasn't the end of that weekend, either. The very next day, the band I was in "Morning Star" played the back party hall at Carrie Cerino's for Ron Kirk's demolay party. I remember Cindy Petrov in the front row - slack jawed. Evidently, she and her co-horts were unaware of my being a drummer. CUDOS ensued. My head grew.
I should have never given up drumming...
So today is March 15th, 2011.
The Ides of March! (One hit wonder = Vehicle) lol
But there are more subtleties...
For example:
March 15th, 1968: I was in 6th grade. Mr Jevcek was our student teacher for that grading period in Mr Palmateer's class. It was a Friday - and it was Mr Jevcek's last day. We had a party for him that afternoon. Flash forward to dinner. Mom, Linda and Lisa and I were eating. The phone rang. Mom answered and went hysterical. Dad had his first heart attack and was headed to Lutheran Hospital after the nurse in the Bank's commissary pumped him full of Vodka Martinis to ease the pain and dilate his blood vessels.
I became the man of the house that day. For most of the remainder of dad's life, I handled all the manly stuff around the house... cut the grass... vacuum the pool .... paint the house.... everything. I was 12 years old.
March 15th, 1974. Senior cut day - our first. It was the 74th day of the year and we were seniors... nuff said. Since I was already 18 and seniors could write their own excuses.... but dad the poet wrote an excuse letter that Mr Gibson (assistant principal) loved so much he kept and framed it!
I headed out to Hinckley in my big ol' 66 Ford Galaxie with my baseball equipment in the trunk, next to my Styrofoam cooler full of quarts of Busch Beer (3.2 beer was LEGAL for 18 year olds).
After a mis-calculation on my part and returning, I found Whipps Ledges. By noon, so many of our classmates had shown up that the Rangers tossed us out so we wouldn't scare the returning Buzzards.
We spontaneously headed to Brushwood. I followed Mark Karras and we formed a caravan of sorts. Tom Hach tagged along with me and - again we got lost. Tailing Mark in his MG and Lenny Zevcek in his Javilin, my big ol' Ford Galaxie tailed on the twisty turney parkway roads of Brecksville reservation. We had empty quarts rolling around under the seats - a testament to the "dead soldiers" we polished off.
Finally, Dale Maharidge found us and we followed him to Brushwood. The party had grown, as Juniors and Sophomores joined in. Bismark Newman streaked. We began a softball game and I left my baseball stuff with Kathy DeMattie as I had to go to work at Cerinos that night.... drunk - or not.
That wasn't the end of that weekend, either. The very next day, the band I was in "Morning Star" played the back party hall at Carrie Cerino's for Ron Kirk's demolay party. I remember Cindy Petrov in the front row - slack jawed. Evidently, she and her co-horts were unaware of my being a drummer. CUDOS ensued. My head grew.
I should have never given up drumming...
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Waiting for the "other shoe..."
The ticks of life's clock remind me that there's more sand at the bottom of the hour glass than at the top. However one of the benefits of Life's wisdom is the fact that like the Indian that inhabited the land here 350 years ago, I have learned a great deal about my surroundings. Not that the Indian could predict weather, nor could they have predicted the outsiders whose desires to push westward would annihilate them. Rather, that they lived their lives in harmony with their environment. I aspire toward that lofty goal.
It is, however, my same leaning about my surroundings that makes me grow even more wary about what is yet to come.
65 years ago Albert Einstein predicted that the 4th world war would be fought with sticks and stones. He was making a prediction that mankind would annihilate itself through nuclear Holocaust.
40 years ago the social scientists predicted that the next world war would be racial. The divide seems to be as great - if not greater - today than during the equal rights movements of the '60's.
38 years ago we were reminded of the power of unification, when unified Arab Oil producing countries created a cartel to embargo. The resulting crash of 73 lagged through 1982, and also shifted the previous 70 years of Automobile design.
36 years ago we were introduced to the frauds of politicians and awakened to their seedy lies on virtually every level that are perpetuated today, especially at the national executive and legislative levels.
32 years ago - as well as 18 years ago - as well as virtually every year since 2001, we have been reminded of the intentions of radical Islam. Global Jihad as well as annihilation of the Jews and Americans.
As recent as 4 years ago, and yet, with roots much deeper than that - spanning the entirety of the 20th century - fraudulent, temporary and voluminous entities were fabricated and given tax exempt status in order to affect the political, social and economic foundations of the Republic. In the time since, they have effectively destroyed the economy, the military and are leaving us wide open for confiscation of property in a socialism revolution from within. The pious imbeciles who follow have designs on wealth equalization and socialization of medicine, media and abolition of the right to bear arms.
Within the last few years, China has begun the balking of buying our debt. We are no longer solvent as a nation as we produce virtually nothing. The economy is in decline and I fear it will get worse - MUCH WORSE!
Just months ago, a Pentagon study was released showing their "rehearsals" for Martial Law. In these rehearsals, the Pentagon analyzed scenarios where civil unrest as well as civil liberties are quashed in order to restore political power. The government is now "gaming" various scenarios as a result of increased unemployment, run away inflation, food shortages and various other foot falls we are now hearing from around the next corner.
When will America wake up?
Who knows?
But My advice is the same as I have heard before. STORE FOOD; Attain Shelter OUTSIDE the limits of urban areas; ARM yourself - HEAVILY!!! Be prepared to hunker down for as long as a few decades. Learn agricultural studies, farming, rearing of food stuffs. I don't know when....
... but the bell's about to toll.
All it would take would be something as simple as the sharp increase of oil, perhaps another Arab country collapses; Europe collapsing or worse.... the USSO!!! (Union of Socialist States of Obomica).
Will YOU survive?
I plan to
The ticks of life's clock remind me that there's more sand at the bottom of the hour glass than at the top. However one of the benefits of Life's wisdom is the fact that like the Indian that inhabited the land here 350 years ago, I have learned a great deal about my surroundings. Not that the Indian could predict weather, nor could they have predicted the outsiders whose desires to push westward would annihilate them. Rather, that they lived their lives in harmony with their environment. I aspire toward that lofty goal.
It is, however, my same leaning about my surroundings that makes me grow even more wary about what is yet to come.
65 years ago Albert Einstein predicted that the 4th world war would be fought with sticks and stones. He was making a prediction that mankind would annihilate itself through nuclear Holocaust.
40 years ago the social scientists predicted that the next world war would be racial. The divide seems to be as great - if not greater - today than during the equal rights movements of the '60's.
38 years ago we were reminded of the power of unification, when unified Arab Oil producing countries created a cartel to embargo. The resulting crash of 73 lagged through 1982, and also shifted the previous 70 years of Automobile design.
36 years ago we were introduced to the frauds of politicians and awakened to their seedy lies on virtually every level that are perpetuated today, especially at the national executive and legislative levels.
32 years ago - as well as 18 years ago - as well as virtually every year since 2001, we have been reminded of the intentions of radical Islam. Global Jihad as well as annihilation of the Jews and Americans.
As recent as 4 years ago, and yet, with roots much deeper than that - spanning the entirety of the 20th century - fraudulent, temporary and voluminous entities were fabricated and given tax exempt status in order to affect the political, social and economic foundations of the Republic. In the time since, they have effectively destroyed the economy, the military and are leaving us wide open for confiscation of property in a socialism revolution from within. The pious imbeciles who follow have designs on wealth equalization and socialization of medicine, media and abolition of the right to bear arms.
Within the last few years, China has begun the balking of buying our debt. We are no longer solvent as a nation as we produce virtually nothing. The economy is in decline and I fear it will get worse - MUCH WORSE!
Just months ago, a Pentagon study was released showing their "rehearsals" for Martial Law. In these rehearsals, the Pentagon analyzed scenarios where civil unrest as well as civil liberties are quashed in order to restore political power. The government is now "gaming" various scenarios as a result of increased unemployment, run away inflation, food shortages and various other foot falls we are now hearing from around the next corner.
When will America wake up?
Who knows?
But My advice is the same as I have heard before. STORE FOOD; Attain Shelter OUTSIDE the limits of urban areas; ARM yourself - HEAVILY!!! Be prepared to hunker down for as long as a few decades. Learn agricultural studies, farming, rearing of food stuffs. I don't know when....
... but the bell's about to toll.
All it would take would be something as simple as the sharp increase of oil, perhaps another Arab country collapses; Europe collapsing or worse.... the USSO!!! (Union of Socialist States of Obomica).
Will YOU survive?
I plan to
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Funny Reminders
It's remarkable.
When you least expect it, a memory surfaces. Not "Funny" ha-ha... but "Funny" as in weird
Today, SyFy channel is running a Star Trek Movie Marathon. Star Trek - The Motion Picture; Star Trek - The Voyage Home and Star Trek - The Undiscovered Country.
Flashbacks ensued.
Flashing back to the first time I saw the Motion Picture. It was December, 1979. Then, another flash to May 16, 1981 between the Wedding and Reception... it was on TV.
Then I flashed to the Voyage Home memories.
How very many times Diana and I watched it. Laughing at Leonard Nimoy's, DeForrest Kelley's and Walter Koenig's lines.... ... sometimes to the point of tears...
Now, The Undiscovered Country's on.
My thoughts are now about Mikey.
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Times have changed....
I have Changed...
Life - as I know it - goes onward.
Life's Pendilum has swung on more than one axis.
One can't just simply return to the past. The return swing of Life's Pendilum no longer returns to the path that I was once on. The twists and turns of life's path have altered the continuum and not only have the people (myself, my kids, my former relationships) changed - but the places (Maple Lane, Chippewa) are no longer within the family and one is completely gone!) So not only has the pendilum swung, but the axis has turned. Life has turned the corner and I can't return to what once "was".
But one can learn from it.
I don't know what path I'll be on - but I'm at the crossroads.
There are a nuber of doors in front of me.
I hope that whatever experience I have will be useful in this uncertain future....
... This Undiscovered Country.
It's remarkable.
When you least expect it, a memory surfaces. Not "Funny" ha-ha... but "Funny" as in weird
Today, SyFy channel is running a Star Trek Movie Marathon. Star Trek - The Motion Picture; Star Trek - The Voyage Home and Star Trek - The Undiscovered Country.
Flashbacks ensued.
Flashing back to the first time I saw the Motion Picture. It was December, 1979. Then, another flash to May 16, 1981 between the Wedding and Reception... it was on TV.
Then I flashed to the Voyage Home memories.
How very many times Diana and I watched it. Laughing at Leonard Nimoy's, DeForrest Kelley's and Walter Koenig's lines.... ... sometimes to the point of tears...
Now, The Undiscovered Country's on.
My thoughts are now about Mikey.
_____________________________________________
Times have changed....
I have Changed...
Life - as I know it - goes onward.
Life's Pendilum has swung on more than one axis.
One can't just simply return to the past. The return swing of Life's Pendilum no longer returns to the path that I was once on. The twists and turns of life's path have altered the continuum and not only have the people (myself, my kids, my former relationships) changed - but the places (Maple Lane, Chippewa) are no longer within the family and one is completely gone!) So not only has the pendilum swung, but the axis has turned. Life has turned the corner and I can't return to what once "was".
But one can learn from it.
I don't know what path I'll be on - but I'm at the crossroads.
There are a nuber of doors in front of me.
I hope that whatever experience I have will be useful in this uncertain future....
... This Undiscovered Country.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Creepy Sideshow.
As time passes, and the roar of the whirlwind dies down, I see that, although I have "adapted" to the new situation, I still see myself as alone in this world.
The creepy sideshow that the political arena and the media has been distracting us with hasn't altered the fact that the world is still a very dangerous place to the Republic. The Creepy sideshow hasn't silenced the din of instability of Europe or the Middle East, both of which are immersed in either financial demise or civil unrest.
Meanwhile, the directors of the creepy sideshow dissuade us from the fact that the entire world is teetering on the brink, and something minute as an increase in gasoline prices could bring the entire world's house of cards crashing down.
Therefore, although much of the personal whirlwind has abated, I am still mindful of the fact that a good stock of guns and ammunition may be the best defense against the pending crash.
... that and a mountan retreat, plus a taste for rabbit & mutton
As time passes, and the roar of the whirlwind dies down, I see that, although I have "adapted" to the new situation, I still see myself as alone in this world.
The creepy sideshow that the political arena and the media has been distracting us with hasn't altered the fact that the world is still a very dangerous place to the Republic. The Creepy sideshow hasn't silenced the din of instability of Europe or the Middle East, both of which are immersed in either financial demise or civil unrest.
Meanwhile, the directors of the creepy sideshow dissuade us from the fact that the entire world is teetering on the brink, and something minute as an increase in gasoline prices could bring the entire world's house of cards crashing down.
Therefore, although much of the personal whirlwind has abated, I am still mindful of the fact that a good stock of guns and ammunition may be the best defense against the pending crash.
... that and a mountan retreat, plus a taste for rabbit & mutton
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Into the void.....
In the whirlwind of change that swirls about me I sense the hammer's about to fall.
The hammer of WHAT is the key!
The faint pulse of time's clock's ticking down is growing from faint to thunderous.
A change is as near as the turn of the page.
Will it be good? Will it be bad?
Who really knows?
But it's almost here.
In the whirlwind of change that swirls about me I sense the hammer's about to fall.
The hammer of WHAT is the key!
The faint pulse of time's clock's ticking down is growing from faint to thunderous.
A change is as near as the turn of the page.
Will it be good? Will it be bad?
Who really knows?
But it's almost here.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
TIRED
That's about it.
I'm TIRED of this economy;
TIRED of the politicians and their shamless hussy-like blame games;
TIRED of the drama;
TIRED of the shit that passes for television, radio and movies;
TIRED of the news;
TIRED of people in general;
TIRED of their jealousies;
TIRED of it ALL!!!!!
I'm TIRED of being told what I can't do - who I can't associate with and how I am supposed to feel;
TIRED of not being able to do what I want;
TIRED of the ranting - period.
It's just about time for some REAL change....
Then, they can bitch all they want!
I no longer care
That's about it.
I'm TIRED of this economy;
TIRED of the politicians and their shamless hussy-like blame games;
TIRED of the drama;
TIRED of the shit that passes for television, radio and movies;
TIRED of the news;
TIRED of people in general;
TIRED of their jealousies;
TIRED of it ALL!!!!!
I'm TIRED of being told what I can't do - who I can't associate with and how I am supposed to feel;
TIRED of not being able to do what I want;
TIRED of the ranting - period.
It's just about time for some REAL change....
Then, they can bitch all they want!
I no longer care
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