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Thursday, December 30, 2010

I am not about stifling information.

My time on this planet, in this existence, began in 1966. I have studied the idea of slavery from many different points of view. Of course, I was first exposed to the notion or idea from the government school system along with the pop-culture device known as television. Yes, I do see it with regularity. I am not about stifling information.

I have known slaves to the needle; either tattoos or junk. I have known slaves to the bottle. Slaves to tobacco. Slaves to social disorder. But the one that frightens me more than any other is the slave to money.

Are you a slave to money? Do you have extraordinary debt? Are you enticed to consolidate your slavery to only one master payment plan? Are you free? Are you? Free from what? Are you free from a seven year car loan? Are you free from a thirty year mortgage that has a hidden balloon payment that can crush your security and leave you and your loved ones scrambling to find a two room apartment due to your credit score? Credit, now there is a scary thing.

Do you have all your student loans paid off? Are you able to save anything from your earnings? Are you putting your faith in an investment firm of some sort that could blow up at any time? Have you done a reverse mortgage? Are you free? Free from the modern-day slavery also known as debt?

The thing is, debt has turned our society into absolute slavery. To be up to your neck in debt if you lose your source of income, how long do you think you will survive? Will your standard of living be affected right away? Or are you in the position to be free from debt?

Once one recognizes that they are a slave, the anger sets in. They speak with others suffering the same oppression. Then, at some point, the uprising against the master of the slave starts to be discussed. The uprising starts once the slave understands that they are enslaved by someone else.

Throughout history, the story is the same. Slaves rise up against their master and rebel and take over. When are the enslaved of the current society going to wake up and understand that they are slaves to the all mighty dollar? That they will not be free due to their never-ending cycle of debt or blind faith in some investment firm? The firm is making money off you, if you were not aware. I seriously doubt that anyone reading this did not know that; I am just ranting. Ranting so that maybe another person can be awakened to the fact that massive debt is nothing more than slavery. What if? What if the slaves stopped complying with the demands? What if we rose up against the lenders and said, “Enough!”?

Chris…

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Thursday, December 9, 2010

Ghosts... Ghost story... Unedited.

Ghost stories or are they?

I was laughed at and ridicule for having a belief… I believed in a magical person who could be everywhere and bring glad tidings.

All I had to do was behave myself and good things would be rewarded to me for my faith in this magical sprit. I was told that the magical spirit knew, if I was good or bad asleep or awake. Yet I was laughed at for believing in such a thing. By about age six or seven the reality began to set in. The reality of the absolute impossibility of the mythical persons ability to have such fantastic power.

Years and years went by… Some of the same detractors began telling me of the enormous magical healing powers of a concept, a faith that could heal me and save me and protect me from evil. All I had to do was behave and do the right thing. The magical power of this entity would reward me if I played by the rules. The rules as written by mere mortal men under the pen name called God.

If I did not play by the rules I was most certainly doomed. To be forever banished to the fiery pits of hell by the all loving… Whatever. I would not receive any rewards. If! If I did not play by the rules as written by men under the pen name of God.

As acquaintances got older their faith and absolute conviction to the concept of the mythical, magical, and all knowing was no laughing matter. Yet I fail to see any distinction to the concept of a child that believes in Santa Clause as opposed to a adult that believes in… Well I think you get the picture. So I wondered why was it wrong, or considered ridiculous to believe in Santa?

Yet it is an acceptable practice to rename the concept and have absolute faith in it. Not sure but I suspect… That if I were to laugh at others for their belief in a magical phenomenon I would be subject to ridicule and mocked for having even asked the question. The only word that has come to mind over many years is hypocrisy. Mine or theirs no matter it is the word that keeps coming up. Much like fungus.

I don’t think it is fair to laugh at others who have a belief system that differs from my own. Any more than it is fair to ridicule and bludgeon others that do not believe in my imaginary friends. It is all a matter of one persons concept. Isn’t it?

If I were to start having my own imaginary friends that I spoke with, and it turned out that only I could see and only I could hear, many would be quick to judge me as insane. Treatments would be recommended mind altering drugs would be prescribed. As long as my imaginary friends were not of a massive movement, I would be considered insane.

If I was to tell you I am a conduit of both joy and sadness. Most would look upon me in a rather quizzical manner. Sympathetic along with harsh judgments. Many would quietly pass their judgment and some would simply ridicule. I don’t fear or laugh at people of faith. Nor those that claim the idea that there is nothing to have faith in. Outside of themselves.

I do however fear the opiates of the masses. I have a healthy fear of fire, and water as well. Anything in great excess can be deadly. Dying is the natural order of things. However I don’t seek it. This goes back to something I once was told. With great conviction. “Without faith you are going to die.”

Well the statement still makes no sense to me. It suggested that I would live forever without faith. I stand by my response… “ I am a person of faith. I have nothing but absolute faith that this body one day will die… If that is not faith I do not know what is.”

I have heard stories of the possibility of the rising of the dead. Yet if I speak of having my own personal experience with any kind of spirits or ghost… I am back at the age of six all over again. Meaning many detractors will make a big show of how ridiculous I am for saying such things. Judgment of my sanity will be in question.

Yet many speak of a ghost a rising from the dead and have nothing but support from large numbers of people who claim to have the same faith. The belief in ghosts and magic. Some claim to speak with the ghost and that the ghost speaks thru them. Fair enough. Nothing to laugh at from my vantage point.

If the possibility of communication is there for the “holy ghost” then the possibility that I speak with or see ghosts that perhaps are not “holy” is just as plausible. On the days of worship those masses are not being diagnosed with schizophrenia they are left alone. So I fear no psychosis nor judgment from the psychological community.

I may not fear as I mentioned above, but yet I find myself having to defend myself, much like those who claim to have absolute faith in their spirit world.

See how this works… Faith is opening a doorway to all sorts of ridicule from many directions. Much like the ridicule I endured as a child for having faith in Santa Clause. The only true difference I see is we have bigger words and more treacherous means in which we ridicule and bludgeon those who have any sort of faith. Faith against those who do.. Along with those who claim to have none.

I am a seeker and have been for many years. A seeker of spirituality. I sought out a faith, a belief in something greater than myself. I unwittingly became a seeker because I wanted understanding. The understanding that I have come to at this crossroads in my current exisistence is that, we are not alone. In fact it is the complete opposite in my conclusions…

***PHONE RINGS***

Chris: Hello?

The caller: Hey? Are you busy? You have not been answering all day? Wondered if you were home with the ringer off or were just ducking my call?

Chris: No, not ducking calls just had the headphones on.


The caller: Sure, sure of course you have. What are doing?

Chris: Have been working on a ghost story of sorts.

The caller: Ghost story?

Chris: Yeah in a round about way not sure if I can post it to the cyber world or not it challenges some rather fundamental beliefs from all sides of the worlds...

The caller: Oh! At that ol’ grail thingy again are you?


Chris: Well in a way. You could say I am pondering the notion of a belief structure.


The caller: As long as you are not being mean about it… I mean you can be rather abrasive in your questions. You know what I mean…


Chris: Yes, I know and no! I am not being to abrasive… Of course to some once I question anything it is abrasive isn’t it???

The caller: Well as long as you take care of the steps that you are taking.
Chris: Yes indeed… I uh…


The caller: Is it bloody mayhem or is it some other sort of thing you are doing?


Chris: I wondered about the “Holy ghost” today… and thought hold on there…


The caller: Oh good god I already know, look dear, you know by even questioning anything you cause all sorts to. Well get all out of sorts. You understand?



LONG PAUSE.


Chris: Yes I understand.
The caller: Well as long as your busy and continuing to question I have no worries about your questions. Just please try to remember that others may not see this as something they wish to have challenged, neither side actually looks to be challenged do they? You know, just remember that questions are not so much your problem as sometimes it is… Well… The answers.





ANOTHER LONG PAUSE




The caller: Are you there? Did I lose you or are just being stoic?


Chris: No I am here, always seem to be right here in the middle of not sure… I was wondering about that matter we were in a discussion about the other day? You remember don’t you?



The caller: Of course I do silly. You need not worry yourself about it. Although I know you will. You do seem to take on the worry of the world for some reason.



Chris: You know why… You know that I was and have been getting lots of indications…



The caller: You mean visitation… Correct?



Chris: Well lets not go into all of that just now please.



The caller: Excuse me. It is you currently writing a ghost story not I…



Chris: No, no, I just meant…


The caller: No matter, just do us this one favor. As I always plead with you …



Chris: Yes, yes I know… You don’t…



The caller: Well I am going to say it so we both know that it was said. Especially if you are on your bloody ghost quest again. I hear it in your voice. Good thing we are not in the same room...



Chris: Damn good thing!



The caller: Please do not run this one out to the web, without it going past the editor. You can do that can’t you? Surely you can do that?



Chris: Is that a question or a command from the wannabe superiors? Uhh… That was a question and a joke.



The caller: I know damn well what it was! All I am asking is that you please hold off. Please?



Chris: So sorry got to break this call off for now, but thank you for checking in. As always most pleasant.



The caller: Fine, fine, I know you need to get back to your holy grail. Just please have this proof read prior to any posting or any submissions.



Chris: Submissions? I have no plan for any submarine missions… (ha, ah, ha.)



The caller: You know what I meant now stop being so damn cheeky.



Chris: I have cheeks… (snicker snicker)


The caller: Please lets not turn this into some sort of sexual reference…



Chris: I am a male what would you expect?



The caller: Now that is such a tired poor excuse… Really Chris, you like all males underestimate the female s sex drive. Oh damn it all. I am not having that debate or any further discussion about sexual exploits with you. You are on a roll aren’t you. Well enough of that…



Chris: If you say so. I could go further…



The caller: I am certain you could, but not with me.



Chris: As you wish.



The caller: What I wish? What I wish is that you would just simply listen to the requests and follow thru with them so that we need not have these sort of back and fourth banters each time I call.



Chris: Well then perhaps you need to follow thru on that other deal we have… and… not just keep blowing …


The caller: Yes, I know as you love to say, “Smoke up your ass.”



Chris: Speaking of… I do need to go solve that problem. Smoking that is.



The caller: Will check back in a few days time. Good bye.

 
***CLICK***


OK, here it is… You can’t have it both ways. If there is a possibility of one ghost then there is the possibility of multiple ghosts. Along with leprechauns, easter bunnies fairies elves extra terrestrials and any of the other magical mythical entities. That people may have or will speak of.

We all share many similarities we all share a desire for comfort. (One persons comfort is another persons torture.) So who am I to say that a spirit did not rise from the dead. Who am I to say that others besides my self have not had communication from a spirit world? In turn who are you to say that I am not a conduit that feels others suffering and joy? If I was to tell you everything that my seeking has produced some might have me committed.

The thing is judgment in a spiritual world makes no sense to me. Love your faith and lead by example. Leave your judgment at the door or the curb so that you can shine like the star you all are. Judgment will only dim your light. Peace to you all. Whatever your faith. May it be peaceful to those you come into contact with. So that they may learn of peace.

Chris…



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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Careful, you might just find it.

Some have said that I am easily astonished. Easily impressed. Whether or not that is entirely true is of no matter. I have my moments of pessimism; of cynicism. I have moments where I am worried and wringing my hands as I pace throughout the day, wondering if it is all going to work out.

Then, like a bag being filled with air and being popped, I realize…I am pacing with worry. If I have the ability to worry and pace, I have the claim to being alive. With that knowledge, that I am breathing and able to think, then why not look for the positive; the positive in that absolute truth. The fact that I am alive. Despite the odds. Reducing worry lines is looking at the other side of the coin…not cucumber slices on my eyelids.

There need not be a special holiday for one to understand that the gift of life is right in front of you. With that knowledge, it is all up for grabs. I see it everyday. So why would I waste the moment in the labyrinth of worry? I spent the better part of my twenties consumed with worry and doubt. I faced life- changing events and lived through them for the better part of my thirties. Here in my forties, I get to look back at a bloody, fricken miracle…Survival!
So when the little things come up, or the big ones, I am able to take refuge in the fact that I have made it this far. What the heck do I have to complain about? Wait for it…Give me a moment, I will find something to either complain about or sing praise for.

Every so often, the order of things gets shook up - mixed up - held up. Sometimes the truth is held for ransom. I suppose it is a matter of whether or not you have the willingness to pay the price for a truth as presented from somebody else’s point of view. This is where one gets to look at his or her faith. Careful, you might just find it.

Remember, unless we are discussing mathematical equations or scientific facts as the basis of a truth, the subject is subject to being challenged. Hell, even scientific facts get challenged every so often by some upstarts looking to make a name for themselves. Then, I suppose, we are back to the drawing board as they say. 1 + 1 = ??

Gravity seems to be a constant. However, even gravity gets challenged at times when something stronger comes stumbling through. I believe in gravity. A fantastic, powerful force and yet, with a little effort, I can lift a pen that is held in place by gravity. Of course, my opinions are not always popular. Of course, some might say I am wrong. Right?

Asking questions is necessary for growth. To not question, not seek, is stagnation. The moment I think I know everything I need to know, I find myself humbled by the simplest of events; then the questions start all over again. Without questions, one finds no answers. Without answers, one remains ignorant. It is simply a matter of what it is you want to do. One persons truth may set them free while it imprisons others.

A great question from a lecture given by Dr. Michio Kaku, “If the moon goes around the earth, the earth goes around the sun, what does the sun go around?” The answer? The sun goes around a black hole in the constellation Sagittarius at the center of the Milky Way galaxy! Now what??? One could surmise that we are all spinning into a great abyss. Perhaps the bending of time, etc., etc., etc. So, in hearing this, I had to sit back and truly wonder…What is there to be that worried about?

I scoff at many things and I take many things with a grain of salt. Yet I find that the world, the universe, is around my being. My being here lets me ask and listen to what it is that the universe has to offer. I fear nothing while fearing it all. “It” is something that I wish to know…No I don’t! Who am I kidding? Me, I suppose. Then again, I fool myself daily, or nightly, or in the early morning. Will I mourn the loss of my understanding? Not to worry. I will be seduced by the delusion of absolute clarity again and again. The cycle will spin, as the planets do around the stars.

“It” is all subject for question. Many questions you might pose to me or I might pose to you. And here we are, questioning the entire mess that has been so neatly brought to us in text books written by our “forefathers“, despite that I only have one. You may say I have four, I say I have one….Now what? Another series of inane questions?

How do we know that other creatures roaming this planet are not having the same questions we as homo sapiens? It is rather difficult to know for sure that a dog or a silverback gorilla is not pondering things similar to those we think about. Our species is able to record thoughts on paper or whatever device is handy. That a dog or dolphin cannot does not mean that they are unable to contemplate the meaning of their own existence. To draw such a conclusion, from my point of view…from where I sit, seems rather arrogant.

I understand arrogance far too well. I can be one of the most pompous asses on the sidewalk. There is no shortage of individuals in this world that would deny the statement I just made.

At one time, there were many highly paid individuals who made it their mission to denounce me and to point out that my arrogance knows no bounds. Funny part was, I saw the bill; about eight million dollars were spent to show I was raving lunatic. The opposition did not need to spend all that money. I would have conceded to the fact for nothing. Now, who were the true lunatics back then? It did not cost me anything economically. In fact, I prospered from it very well thank you! And, my integrity was intact at the end of that battle. Call me crazy, you won’t be the first nor the last. Well you know…the ever elusive, mysterious confusion. Boy, it is exhausting to be me sometimes.
**Hello??? Still here??? Still going through this rant of observation???**

Not everything is going to make sense all of the time. Now what will you do with that kernel of information? Do you seek total sense? Let me know when you find it; I’ll buy a copy for future reference. I am prepared for many editions as sense will forever be updated by those who claim to have “it” fully understood.

My life partner told me once, in reference to a baseball game, “It’s baseball; anything can happen.” I have found that that turn of phrase has, and is, applicable to everything. It is a nugget of truth that I cherish everyday. Sometimes, just the brush of my partners hand can completely change my entire outlook. Much like the phrase, “It’s baseball; anything can happen.”

I offer you all the thanks and praise you have so rightly earned and deserve! The skies have opened and the rain of dreams is pouring upon you! I shall not try to cover you from them; bathe in them. Thank you all that have been there, supporting the dream!!!

Greatness is only as far away as your doubt. Never doubt yourself. There are too many in line ready to do that for you.

Anything can happen…I’m ready, how about you?!?!

Chris…

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Yesterdays paranoid delusions are today’s harsh reality.

Terrorism happened with airplanes on 9-11-01. The result has been and is an extreme state of airline paranoia that has become a large industry. We… Well most know and understand this. International terrorism touched the USA with airplanes one day.

So why in the hell are there not back ground checks prior to renting a moving van. Has everyone forgotten that domestic terrorism took place here on our hallowed soil in Okalahoma. Last I checked it weren’t no airplane. It was a damn rental truck full of fertilizer and heating oil. Yet I can rent one with absolutely no back ground check no scanners, no questions at all. As long as I have the means to pay for it they will gladly give me the keys.

The money makers have tapped into this absolutely idiotic notion that the only way the so called terrorist is going to attack is from the air. Excuse my language here… Wake the fuck up! Where in the Sam hill is the ACLU when it comes to the TSA?

“Oh but we are safer… We need the TSA, they are preventing another 9-11.” Really? Are we?” Are you? Am I? I don’t think so… Do you really feel safer? I think we as a nation have been lulled into a state of fear and a false notion we are safer...  Look how difficult is it to board a train? How tough is it to board a bus? Rent a car? Rent a big truck? Charter a private plane? I know some get what I am pointing out. I know some are going to be screaming about civil liberty. So why is the TSA allowed to focus on one form of transportation and not the others. Well that is obvious to the casual observer. Money. Always follow the money.

Lets not hire folks for the front line work that are worth much more than a lower middle class wage. Lets again point out the simple fact… You get what you pay for. Had the TSA been on duty on 9-11 they would not have stopped a damn thing. The terrorist would have worked around it. Just like the next attack will be such a… “Oh my gosh we had no idea” response. The nation is reactionary. Not proactive in it’s ability to defend it self from a group or person that is hell bent on causing carnage.

There are five things that come to my mind that could be done to cause carnage.  If I was of the mind to be that lone crazy that could cause all sorts of problems. No airplane required. Oh and financing it would be a joke as well. It would not take a lot of cash to get the job done. (Whoops I bet I am on a list now.) So be it. Bring in all those so called experts and their schooling to question yours truly. I think they will write me off as some sort of crack pot any way. They missed all the signs in the past why would they have gotten any smarter since 9-11-01?

“Chris, Chris… You are asking for trouble by saying such things.”  Am I?  Well the freedom of speech and the ability to question is part of what liberty we trying to protect. The TSA however is not about protecting a god damned thing other than their funding that is filling some ones bank account. So they can go ahead and kiss my fluffy patooty! The TSA is not stopping anything. Metal detectors and other carry on limits seemed to have stopped another 9-11. Or did I sleep thru another one?

Oh did anyone notice that Amtrak is going to allow carry on guns again? Well I read/heard that somewhere. Look the govt. is reactionary nothing else. Has any one really been deterred from attacking again?

The big event that took place on 9-11, was heartbreaking, it haunts us. Large cooperation’s are loving it. They make money off the fear of the masses. They make money off of the erosion of the citizens rights. They make money. They make money off your fear.

I suppose in one way the TSA/ the government has succeeded, in that I will no longer fly on commercial airlines. Not as long as this absolute nonsense is going on. I will board a train, or a bus, or drive, or pool some funds with others for a private charter plane.

If you have a car with GPS or carry a hand held device you are being tracked when you least expect it. So be careful out there when renting a truck and needing large amounts of heating oil along with your fertilizer. Of course then again the TSA or what ever alphabet organization most likely won’t look at you that closely. So heat your home and grow your crops. But!!! Whatever you do, remove your body piercing prior to boarding a airline in this country.

The alphabet groups are hoping for hysteria. It is how they control you and I. It is how they can put their boot heel on our collective necks. One thing I am very disappointed with is how our president is not speaking out against the TSA. So be it. I am no longer flying on commercial airlines. And after writing this I am not renting any large trucks, possibly not even traveling anymore other than what I do in the privacy of my car.

Jezum Crow, I need to go hide now before the knock on my door. The D of HS could be here any minute and me with a bad hair day. They may even bring the FBI and some out of work CIA. Or most likely some sort of private mercenary that answers to none of the above. Terrorism, it is everywhere. Always has been. The real question people should be asking is just who are the actual terrorists?

Now the real question I am posing is… Who has the political will to do something about this farce called the TSA? Do you Mr. President? Do you have the political will to challenge this organization? At the very least hire people who know what the hell they are doing. End the madness at the airports.

In 1948 George Orwell wrote the book 1984. In that book a bleak future of extremely diminished freedom was described. I highly recommend for those who have read it to re-read it. For those have not read it give it a whirl. I also suggest Huxley’s, Brave New World.

This is 2010, we just weren’t expecting it to have such neat gadgets that would help the controlling of our movement. They also keep us very distracted.  I hear that some of the fancy gadgets act as a phone as well.
Off the soap box for now.
Chris…

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Monday, November 29, 2010

The passive aggressive movement.

One the things I have noticed that seems to be getting more and more common place is this notion that we all have to be nicey’ nice to those that offend us. Why?

Well in some respects… If your not nice as your being offended you are met with a passive aggressive retaliation. Aggressiveness lacking courage to be truthful. I have noticed this from more and more folks. Some folks deny they are part of the so called passive aggressive movement… They scoff and make fun of others while denying they are secretly sure they are cool and hip. The passive aggressive fangs really gleam from those folks. Then they plunge deeply into your neck or other parts of the anatomy. Mostly the part of the anatomy closest to your wallet.

I am not sure if it is a distorted political correctness or what one may call it. I just know that when dealing with people especially in the passive aggressive movement. I have run across a growing number of people who can be so easily offended by truthful statements. Then they turn on you in such a manner that it is confusing to me at times. Until the fangs have left their deep punctures. Then one is left bleeding.

I get nudged sometimes, actually a lot of the time. That I have to be nice about my being offended. Bullocks! Utter non sense. Look if I have done something to offend you, or offered a lousy service that you have paid for, I would fully expect to have it pointed out to me in a direct manner. Not some mamby’ pamby’ sideways passive aggressive manner. Or worse dare I say it… “Constructive criticism.” A passive aggressive term for, “Constructive destruction.” So when I am offended or given an actual reason to take offense why is it I seem to be stifled in an actual truthful response. I’ll tell ya’.

The decorum of this country has shifted to a nasty passive aggressive decorum. With subtle hints of being slighted. Subtle hints of possible litigation for pain and suffering. Those who respond in a direct manner are subject to being sued. I have seen it many times. The ultimate passive aggressive. Litigation.

Now please do not twist this into meaning I am for resorting to the name calling, that so many resort to when they know they are wrong. It is a matter of getting out of the playground from back in the fifth grade. Understanding how to speak intelligently while pointing out in the simplest of terms that you have been offended. (My expectations might be a bit higher than the reality of the usual decorum of this country.)

I suppose my chief complaint is that this nation is so far away from being civilized. It is evident in the day to day normal conversations that I witness and sometimes participate in. The separation between groups of people is ever widening. Exactly what the ruling class loves about all our useless bickering and twisting of truths. It fills their coffers with the peasants meager earnings and property.

If one is going to call me an idiot be prepared to back it up. Impress me back it up with two syllable words or three. Try not using expletives that describe a sexual act. I can take it. If one really and truly wants to impress me, be direct and leave the passive aggressive tactic at the door. Don’t hide behind it. It only shows the courage that one is lacking.

I am not trying to pick a fight here. I am tired though of the passive aggressive defense. I imagine that many who might read this are as well. The passive aggressive types can go pound sand as far as I’m concerned. They have no courage. I suppose in some way it is a form of snobbery. To sound snide that is. It maybe is a attempt to sound better than the one that was just offended. It is a defense that is about confusing the offended.

Case in point I watched this go down a few weeks ago and it has been bugging me for a while…

A worker in a retail store was putting the goods on the shelf. The co-worker or supervisor was criticizing the performance of the worker stocking a shelf. The worker commented quietly… “ I am putting up the amount you asked/ instructed me to… Just like you said to.” In a passive aggressive manner the co-worker/ supervisor said… “Oh I’m sorry you misunderstood did you miss the class about just saying no to drugs? Pity you could have learned how to count.” Wow, where did this person get off making such a harsh statement in front of the customer (me)? Let alone at all! The topper of it all was, this passive aggressive snot, looked in my direction and winked as they shook their head.

It was obvious to me there was a communication error, judging by the response from the co-worker it is possible that they made the mistake. The look on the co-worker/ supervisors face was a rather rosy blush. When the worker made the statement about the instructions that were given.

Well for those that know me… You know I said something, yet I practiced a small bit of decorum. “Is it necessary to be that rude and snide to others especially in front of your customers?” The passive aggressive left immediately. The worker stocking the shelf smiled at me and quietly said, “Thank you…”

Absolutely disgusting the way that so many communicate these days. I was offended in the above story and thought the passive aggressive had it coming. Why be a doormat being nicey nice is one thing, but being a door mat is intolerable. Letting someone else be a doormat is inexcusable. Lately the dividing line is getting murky.

Mostly my frustration comes from those who speak in their condescending passive aggressive tone. Whether I am making a complaint, or point out that I am offended by their behavior. Being passive aggressive does not make you right. It makes you aggressive with no courage. Let me repeat my self so that I am clear… Being passive aggressive does not make you right. It makes you aggressive with no courage. Much like a bully.

Chris…


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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Sadly, gluttony is still overlooked.

The way I see it is simple: Tax on tobacco is OK. Tax on alcohol is OK. Both are so evil it must be OK to tax them heavily. Anything that is causing poor health and raising health care costs that are absorbed by the populace, well it only makes sense to have the tax on such dangerous poisons that people willingly ingest. It makes total sense. Wouldn’t you agree?


Sadly, gluttony is still overlooked. Obesity is a huge health issue. But very few want to look at it as a serious issue. Junk food is junk. It offers no nutritional value. It promotes an unhealthy body. I have been fuming about the soda pop & the junk food industry for years. Diet soda? Bah! Look at the amount of sodium in a can of diet pop. Fast food chains are nothing more than toxic sludge refueling stations. They promote lethargic, obese, diabetics of the future. Who is going to absorb the costs of such poor diet choices?

The so-called rich are nothing more than a group of fear mongers who are afraid that people will rise up against their greed. They profit from the masses being unhealthy. As long as the masses are lulled into a lethargic trance by the horrible chemicals they ingest at a low price, the outcry will sadly be limited. Yet I shall not be silenced nor lulled into the trance.

The tax laws are not designed to actually take care of the people of the country. They are designed to keep the bootheel on the neck of the impoverished. If the populace is kept in a hypnotic trance of antidepressants and corn syrup, the rebellion factor is diminished. The way this country is eating is astounding and depressing. Once the high of the sugar is not enough, the idea that there is more to help lull and numb the populace is presented in sexy ads for alcohol disguised as a social ritual…one that is welcomed.

Portion control is against the norm. Why do you think so many products nowadays are only offered in large quantity? “Big Grab, Big Gulp, Family Pack, 40 oz. Malt Liquors, etc, etc. Restaurants that serve platters instead of a plate and call it dinner for one. How about the pancake place that was serving cheese cake between pancakes? When will it stop? When the consumer can no longer afford it. Actually, the consumers can’t afford it any further. It is killing them slowly, pound by pound.

Are there forces that are looking to commit a mass genocide by toxic eating habits? Call me what you will as you chew on your wonder meat called pepperoni. How many need to speak out to get actual change? A practice that is killing people. Your lord knows that taxing it has been met by scare tactics. Funded by who? Who gained by repealing the taxes? With the suffering economy, how is taking taxes away from products that offer zero nutritional value a bad thing? Yes, I pose many questions. I do not claim to have the medical nor scientific background to fully understand the absolute destruction that is being perpetrated upon the populace. However, I do know a rat when I see one.

Look, it boils down to this: Poison is poison. I really do not care what package you put it in. However, as a consumer of goods that are supposed to be food, I have a right to know that it is poison. For your gods sake, I cannot buy a R&R album without being warned that it has words that are offensive (offensive to you, not me). I cannot go to a movie without some sort of warning. For the love of your god, it is stamped into guns that they are dangerous - like I did not know any better. So how about labeling the food that is of zero value? If the food offers nothing, then by all means tax it the same way that alcohol and tobacco are being taxed! Use your so called sin tax! Please, warn me of the dangers! I would have never have known that a toaster pastry would have a hot filling inside that could cause me harm if it were not for the warning labels. But the producer of the same toaster pastry fails to warn me of the dangers of the chemicals that one is about to put into their body. How dare you!!!

Tax candy. Tax soda pop. Tax all fast food restaurants. Tax any restaurant that is serving mass quantities posing as a single portion. Taxing gluttony is not a bad thing. It is one of your seven deadly sins is it not? So why not tax it accordingly? It may even bring awareness to the fact that some people have a choice to not overstuff themselves with horrible toxic sludge posing as food. Or was it not so far off the mark when I asked about a subtle mass genocide? Or continue down the path your on. Watch the undernourished fall one by one. The cause of death will not be the poisonous food they ate but cardiac arrest, diabetes, colon cancer, cancer of some sort.

The cancer we all are fighting is dishonesty brought to you by the wealthy that feed us their toxic sludge posing as food. Animals riddled with growth hormones that are causing human complications. And look at the tax base we are missing! The taxes that could be raised could go back to the medical industry. The medical industry that will be taking care of all the victims of the corporate toxic sludge. As I have been asking for a while now: Are the politicians just stoned or are they just stupid? I think they are nothing more than greedy, soulless, fearful people who have little respect for you and I. Sorry if this offends you but, to sit in silence is far more offensive. Far more.

For anyone laughing at this point , if you even made it this far, remember this: There are some now who are shaking and wondering how to stop this message in the land of the free on this day of gratitude.

Now please excuse me while I go be a good patriot; paying my taxes by smoking with a drink in hand.

The revolution is available for the taking. Have you had enough? Have you?


Chris…



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Dog Hair Productions

Monday, November 15, 2010

I paraphrase, borrow and add my own take on this concept from Lenny Bruce.

Fuck is not a bad word if you think about it is about doing something that is pleasurable for both. I have no problem when some one suggest fuking me; i.e. “Fuck You!” I take it to mean that they are hoping I find pleasure in the near future. Much like saying… “Thank you.” One could say… “Fuck you.”

How about this one? “Have good fucking day!” Well we all have or most have had a bad fucking day or night. Yet nobody ever says as your leaving a party hope you had a bad fucking time. Of course when you hear go fuck your self I presume they are suggesting that I go pleasure my self. Well if I am leaving the party alone odds are… Well do the math.

Of course once I got told, “I hope you get fucked.” Now I could not fully understand why this person who was so angered by me wanted to hope that I would have pleasure? Unless of course they were offering some sort of forgiveness, much like forgiving ones enemies so as not to be burdened with resentment later. So perhaps that was why the adversary hoped I would get fucked. One never knows. So I say fuck it. Fuck it and enjoy yourselves. Why not??? Wouldn’t a society or the world for that matter be a much happier place if we were all fucked on a regular basis? Seems to me the reason for all the hostility and the frustration is people are holding back the fucking as some sort of punishment. Yes, yes I think that we all would be much better off if we were all fucked. And fucked thoroughly… Either fucked over, fucked up, either way a good fucking under or over should relax the more folks.

As it is I see and hear about people always worrying that they are about to be fucked. They fear being fucked. While on the other hand they fear never getting fucked, or not getting to fuck. What the fuck, live a little. Have a nice fucking day or night… Heh, heh or both!

It is not taking a risk being what others think you should be. It is courageous to be yourself. I see ridicule as a pure form of envy, envy from those who hide from who they are.

Chris…







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Dog Hair Productions

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thirty years ago today.

It was thirty years ago today that the relationship started with this guitar. I was all of 14. I had been slinging newspapers Monday thru Saturday mornings. Alarm clock would go off at 4:45am. That is correct I was up long before the grown ups and any other kid in my neighborhood.


I started the paper route when I was 13. I had just started thinking about playing guitar about the time I got the route. So like any kid I asked around and found this cheap Telecaster copy along with a Sears & Roebucks amplifier. The guitar had been passed around five other kids about my age before I got it. It was a package deal cheap guitar and amp. Ready for this it was a whopping thirty five bucks to own it. Of course I did it!

I came home to my parents house with this guitar in hand no case just the amp in one hand a the guitar in the other. I plugged it in and it was out of tune. I barely knew how to tune it.

I was reading some magazine, most likely Creem there was a article about, The Kinks! Oh I had been loving their music for a while at that point… Dave Davies was talking about how he got his sound for their big hit “You Really Got Me.” I read how Dave, slashed his speaker with a razor blade to get the crunch he wanted from his amp. I thought… “Hey!!!” I immediately went to the kitchen found a sharp knife and put some slits in the speaker on my little amp. The screen did not pop off so I had to cut the screen off. Turned it on with the on / off / volume switch. No tone controls, and hit that “A” chord that Dave Davies hit and played the riff! (Sing along if you know the song!)

Suddenly I had distortion and crunch and sounded all dirty! Rock & Roll! Rock & ROLL!!! It must have been a weekend Dad was home and came charging down to the basement where I had set up shop. He was yelling… “Turn that SHIT DOWN!” Then to my fathers absolute horror he saw what I had done to create such beautiful music.

Now understand my father was all about perfect sound with his hi-fi system. Yep not a stereo but a hi-fi. He saw I had purposely slashed the speaker. He was horrified by my action. He bellowed, “how could you do that?!?” I smiled and said Dad… “It sounds great!” He shook his head and left the room and I went back to banging every song I had learned at that point. My own brother came in and asked what the F**K? For the first time in my life that I can remember I think my brother was actually a little bit jealous of me. Me!

I had a raw crunchy sounding guitar! Not some record but my own electric guitar! Needless to say after many months I was starting to understand that I needed to up grade.

The 10 inch speaker and the solid state Sears & Roebucks amp just was not loud enough. So like any kid of those days I found that Peavey made some affordable gear. Here is a name many might remember ‘Backstage 30.’ It had multiple knobs! And a big ass speaker! The problem was the guitar sounded like poop. So I saved my money from slinging papers every morning.

Despite some dancing with chemicals I was able to save my earnings until I could venture down to the big ol’ city of Seattle. ( not even a hundred years old yet)

Hopped on the bus and ventured down to a big city music store (Please somebody correct me on this point if I am wrong.) My memory is a bit fuzzy I think that place was called Guitars Etc. I recall it was on Lenora, maybe on 6th & Lenora? ( Any corrections are most welcome.)

I walked in at 14 years old with a wad of cash in my pocket! I held five hundred dollars and was ready to make the purchase! Think about it fourteen years old, rode the bus into downtown Seattle in 1980 with $500.00 in my hip pocket. I was thinking how cool and hip I was… Hell aren’t we all at fourteen?

I looked around the store. It seemed huge! All the folks around me were much older, Well at least much taller. They looked at me with a puzzled look on their faces. I remember there was this one guy, hair down to his shoulders and kind of spiked on top. Cool leather jacket some faded jeans and some pointy ass cool boots. He looked at me and said right on kid wish I started when I was as young as you. I suddenly felt some acceptance. ( I thought I was pretty damn cool after that.) I walked around the store no clue what to look for or what to do. I just remember that, KISW 99.9 FM Seattle’s Best Rock!!! Always advertised this store, that and Tom Shane. So my logic said this is the store to buy from. Never ever did you hear about Music West on Seattle’s best Rock!

So there I was I was in the guitar Mecca as far as I was concerned. I knew that I wanted to up grade and being that I was really into Jimi Hendrix amongst others who lived on the Stratocaster, I spotted the Fender wall and headed in that general direction weaving my away around the tall folks and the piles of equipment. Gibson was out of the question economically. Funny how things still have not changed much now that I am taller and my feet touch the floor when I sit down.

To say I was nervous is putting it mildly. So I stood and stared at all these shiny new gems hanging on the wall. Eventually one of folks who worked there came up and asked from behind, “see anything you like?” My heart started pounding and I turned and just pointed to this sunburst Stratocaster with a white pick guard and rosewood fret board.

Now this guy saw I was out of my element or nervous any way, he saw that it would help the sale if I could take it to a back room to try it out. So he lead me thru another maze of equipment. Mostly amps. I would need to save again for the next acquisition another story later.

In this back room I sat with this brand new guitar in hand and plugged into some sort of amp they had for just this situation. I started plinking around with it and I must say was not all that impressed. It sounded weak. Even after making the adjustments on the amplifier. I was not sure what to think and was pondering getting up when the sales guy came in with another guitar. It was a sunburst Stratocaster with a maple fret board and a black pick guard. I looked at the machine head and noticed right away it was not a Fender. I thought “oh no not another cheesy copy.”

Now as I had been inspecting the Fender in hand I noted the neck was only being held onto the body by three screws as opposed to four. This 1980 brand new Fender seemed flimsy overall. The pick guard was not even flush with the body. It was bowing up on the top edge. Most importantly it sounded weak.

The sales guy said, “Here try this one out you might find you like it better.” With reservation I traded guitars with him. I immediately noticed it was heavier and the neck was bolted on by four screws. The pick guard was flush the maple neck felt much better and once I plugged it in I heard the tone I was hoping to have heard from the Fender. I knocked off some standard chords and little riffs I had in my fledgling repertoire. The tone the sound was full and crisp. Now mind you I had not changed anything on the amplifier at that point just fiddled back and fourth with the pick up selector and was very impressed every time I changed the position of the pick ups.

After about fifteen minutes the sales guy came back and asked how it was going? I asked why is this copy sounding so much better? He pointed out that it had Dimarzio pick ups in it and that he thought I would be happier with a more traditional sounding Stratocaster as opposed to the Fender of 1980. Oh and the topper was it was a hundred dollars less then the Fender. I fell in love with that hunk of wood and wires instantly. I asked if this guitar came with a case. He laughed and said of course it does. So not the Fender I thought I was going to get I bought the Hondo II Professional. $400.00 out the door! I had a new case with a brand new guitar inside.

We went to the front counter for the transaction of commerce. Should have seen this guys eyes bug out as I was peeling out the twenties and fifties. He grabbed his co worker and said, “Hey check this kid out in came in ready to buy a guitar!” They saw the money and asked if I was sure that I did not want to look for more stuff? I quietly said no thank you. We finished our transaction and out the door I went. I was walking proud back to the bus stop and held on to that guitar with all my might. I boarded the bus and found my way back home.

I got home that clear crisp veterans day thirty years ago, and to this day I have that hunk of wood and wires. It has gone thru some transformation over the years but, haven’t we all in the last thirty years? It all happened on a day of remembrance for the fallen and for the those who are serving to defend those precious moments of freedom that we look back on and look forward to each day.

Chris…

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Make sense of what?

‘Sometimes it is good to know how I got here. How I got here sometimes isn’t nearly as important as why.’


‘It is something to watch the fruits of ones labor being enjoyed others. It is something else to watch the fruits of ones labor rotting on the vine and fall to the ground… I suppose the ants and worms might disagree.’



‘It all makes sense when all the pieces of the puzzles are put together. The trick though is understanding it, when some pieces are missing. Hell even knowing that some are missing… That is the puzzle in the puzzle. Of course they don’t want you to know some of the pieces are missing.’


Chris…









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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Oh good I have more…

Careful what you may wish for careful it may just be left at your door.


Then you will have it for all to see.

It may be so big you can not find a closet big enough to hide it.

All your house guests will see it and wonder why you wished for it.

They will look with awe and eventually look in wonderment followed by puzzlement wondering why you wished for such a thing.


One night you will be alone with it and ask yourself… “Why did I ask for this?”

You will be all alone with it and no others will want to do anything with you because your wish left you cynical and spiteful towards others looking to see your dream.

Then you will have alienated everyone and be left with your dreams and wishes as they collect dust.

The moment of choice and decision is now surrounding you and you wonder why you are alone…

Were you careful in what you wished for or were you only thinking about you in your wishes.

Well now that you are all alone and no interruptions you have all the time in the world to think about it.

Be careful this time remember what you asked for the last time.

Chris…








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Monday, November 1, 2010

All shapes...

Heroes have come in all shapes and coats… Some will ware hats. Under the hats they maintain undisclosed facial features… Ones that will disclose the hurt of watching the downtrodden being kicked while they are down…


Others have absolutely no problem stepping square into the light… They face the oppressor with an exacting vengeance! Penetrating eyes that stop mile long freight trains. Eyes that have the history of the worlds written across them…

Heroes have come in all shape and sizes… The magnitude of their acts is not measured by the act it self, but by the willingness to face the monsters!

Chris…


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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Revolution is fueled by poverty and hunger... Do the math.

Here’s the thing… ‘Revolution is fueled by poverty and hunger... Do the math.’  Survival is a primal instinct. It has driven people to greatness. It has driven people to acts of madness. If we don’t get it together rather soon the little outbursts of frustration could easily turn into major explosions that have a impact that could be never recovered from.


Are you ready for that much of a upheaval? Are you? If so continue on down the path that has led us to this point or take the chance and take the next exit and go for a complete lifestyle makeover. The option is still an option right now. However if one does not start heading the warning signs be prepared for the inevitable collapse of the society as we know it. Be prepared for massive revolution. It is bubbling in your back yard or across the street but the one thing that is happening is change.

Do you want change for the better so that future generations can have a exisistence that is one of basic comfort? Or do want to see the current direction lead to a massive genocide of those they consider useless contributions to the wealthy. Call me what ever you like you already do. I call it looking at the options and actually I am not comforted by the greed that has taken over this country like a CANCER. Like any cancer it will metastasize and in the end kill the living breathing species that it has infected.

Yeah so this is not just farting rose buds and burping rainbows. It is a observation that has me wondering about those that are so bitter towards which ever side. General Custer didn’t get it either and was massacred by his arrogance. Are you ready to follow in his foot steps?

Chris…

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Dog Hair Productions

Monday, October 25, 2010

It’s not so much that dying scares me.

Hi is this you? Or is this me? Or is this us just talking it over? We have been here before haven’t we? Or is this the first time for both of us? Yeah I suppose it could come down like this, or it could break apart the point is we know what to do. Or we just got tiered of it and want to try something new. Yeah, I can answer that question are you sure you really want the answer? Well here it is…

It’s not so much that dying scares me. It is the idea that after leaving this life that I have to come back to it all over again in some other form. I suppose that doing things over and over is what bothers me more. How many times do we/ you/ I have to go thru this? It is a one shot deal for some at least in their reality. In my reality it feels like the same ol’ stuff just another lifetime. Of course my concept of time is not usual or that of normal concepts. Either way what is… Is. Who am I to question, or better yet why not question it? Where are you with all of this?

Chris…









Dog Hair Productions

© 2010

stop the abuse

Subtle abuse can have just as much impact as explosive violent abuse. Abuse is abuse lets take the steps needed to end it. Nobody deserves it. Nobody! May you have peace in your day to day existence... Always.


Chris…



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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Always go with your heart…

The actions we perpetrate on others comes back ten fold, choose wisely. Ignore those that cynically suggest being cold and selfish.


Always go with your heart, and ask is this something I would want to have come back to me? The answer is obvious. Well it seems that way. However when one is operating from a point of a vindictiveness and hostility they will forever be on the defensive as their actions come back ten fold.

If one is coming from a place of compassion and or peace well do the math. Still it is difficult to watch others who have yet to learn this particular life lesson. Personally I am eternally grateful to have learned it. Yes I learned it the hard way. Yet I learned it and I am grateful to have such a gift presented to me. I now share it every chance I get. May this find one who is in need of peace.

Chris…





Dog Hair Productions
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Friday, October 22, 2010

Odd Looking Chickens is out!

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it is OK to be on the side of the sharks...

“I wrote it for eels sakes, or Pete… Or whomever you wish to call up form the depths of your indignant arrogant tone. Now do your effing job you two faced weasel!” (note the teeth bring clenched together in the tone prior to raising the voice) “AS YOU ARE GETTING BLOODY WELL PAID TO DO!!!”   

 Phone calls sometimes conjure up some of the best adjectives.


The last time somebody got that dern indignant with me in a conversation… Lawyers got involved and in the end, the indignant one was left signing some gosh dern big checks. Jezum Crow on a crutch, does it really have to get that way? Whatever speak to the lawyers, from here on out because these ears attached to this body has feet below wrapped in Italian boots and they is… Walking!

Lawyers are good for the day you have no other recourse. Then you truly appreciate the butt of all the jokes and understand it is OK to be on the side of the sharks... The sharks with the biggest bite radius get the most flesh and in the end leave you with the pile of cash to keep you in rotting dead animal flesh to gorge on until your death.

Of course before your demise the dead flesh will be shared at some sort of party with all the coat tailors that love you now that they see you have the best shark in town ripping others to shreds for you.

In the end the rotting flesh you have consumed will rot in your lower intestine and be your own demise. You wont be alone others will die the same way as you. Many century’s from now it will not matter. It will not matter that you became fertilizers for the food that will feed the flesh that others will consume and return back to the earth. Enjoy your steaks tonight and take a moment to thank those who died for your feast.

Chris…



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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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‎"Okay, so Bush/Cheney tried War for eight years. Let's look at what was achieved : A $$trillion deficit, almost 5,000 dead American soldiers, more than 500,000 dead Iraqis, more than one million refugees, a destroyed country with no dependable running water, electricity or telephone service and thousands of super-rich ...American con...tractors. Does anyone have any idea what Peace can achieve???"


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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Drown your demons.

Sometimes the only way to eradicate the demons is to drown them…Just be sure that you do not drown yourself in the process. She warns me often


The demons are nothing more than the murky backwater of a splintered imagination… I heard them drowning.

Not to sink into the abyss of false thoughts, find the stepping stones and tread lightly. She tells me often.’

Be gone… I said, be gone demons that wrap in the inner workings of my spine and traipse across the membranes, be gone. She reminds me to be wary of my wishes.



Chris…



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I would die for you. Yet that leaves no solace.

I died for you many times so that you may live. You lived off the fruits of my labor without holding my name sacred. You forgot me or continued on looking for yet another martyr. So was my multiple deaths worth it. Or were you just looking for a name to hang onto? If you know I will die for you will that force you to ignore your mortality for the moment only so I can face mine? So that your mortality can go a few years further than mine?


I will die for you so that you may live. But you??? What are you willing to do? I don’t really want to know. No don’t tell me. Surprise me with you devotion each day. Show me so that when I die for you, you have sincerity in your remorse. Otherwise just keep living the way you do. I want you to live a long and fruitful life and to reap your harvest. May you get all you have deserved and more. You are the one that is worth saving.

Chris…






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Indifference

Indifference is one of the most underestimated tools of abuse that is administered by the passive aggressive.


I find that after living in a indifferent society when I find those that could care less yet continue to hang on the coat tails in hopes of some sort of status improvement cause me to actually react indifferently, to those riding the coat tails. Or just tell them to their face what I think.

I have few indifferent responses available to me in my foundation. And for those who like to minimize my feelings, well be prepared to hear my response.



Chris…







Dog Hair Productions
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???'s

I ask questions. If the questions bother some people… Imagine what the answers may do. There is no one singular answer, because there will always be a new question.


Chris…







Dog Hair Productions
©2010

No apologies necessary ...

‘No apologies necessary you were just being you. I was the one with the hang up that was projected onto you. You were all cool. I was all like judgmental, and on my trip. You… you are all cool and every thing from you was as genuine as it gets. Eff it. Let me buy the next round. I have missed ya’.


Chris…


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Monday, October 4, 2010

Stop this radical before he ruins this country!!!

“ I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around [the banks] will deprive the people of all property until their children wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs.”

Thomas Jefferson.




To all the so-called, right-wing fanatics out there that support the right and are ready to dismiss the president and the so-called left: Ever wonder what the King of England called this radical thinker, one of the founding fathers of this country known as the “United States of America”? Most likely…a radical, a revolutionary, a nut, a whack-job, a putz. Of course, they could not have called him a communist or a socialist. So for all the right-wing supporters out there, if I were to go out there and speak in the same manner as Thomas Jefferson, would you view me as insane or merely ill-informed? I have been accused of being off my nut for my political leanings. Yet I see no difference in some of my statements then I have from those such as Thomas Jefferson or other of the sacred founding fathers. Ahem…for the record, all were revolutionary. But that was so long ago. Revolutionary thought these days is dismissed into the category of socialism or communist. Such a nice, neat and tidy label for those who are not about changing a single goddamned thing.

Chris…



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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Think of how different this country could be... FDR was onto something. Time to put this plan back on the table instead of under the carpet.

"It is our duty now to begin to lay the plans and determine the strategy for the winning of a lasting peace and the establishment of an American standard of living higher than ever before known. We cannot be content, no matter how high that general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people—whether it be one-third or one-fifth or one-tenth—is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill-housed, and insecure.


This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.”[2] People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;

The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;

The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;

The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;

The right of every family to a decent home;

The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;

The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;

The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world."


F.D.R.

Slavery comes in many forms.

Many are being oppressed by dept. That is the goal. Dept keeps you slaving. A slave to the banks. The banks that have been bailed out by your tax dollars. “You don’t pay taxes the government takes the money away from you.” then give it back to the failed banking industry. So who is the government? The banks. Not you! Vote for those who receive contributions from… The banking industry. Rep. or Dem. Now what ? Continue with the same ideas that have failed or real change? Have you had enough?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Taking the moment to lend a hand.

It is when I get to see the recognition of somebody’s grateful grin to my being there to hold a door or to lift them up when they are down… That I find out that my being here, is not about me. It is about being there for them. This existence is hardly one of only self. It is about… Taking the moment to lend a hand. The smallest act of kindness can obliterate the hatred offered from others.


Chris…



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Dog Hair Productions

Who makes a deal with a liar?

Making a deal with a liar… Who would do that… How do you trust a liar? Well the obvious answer is you would not make a deal with somebody that could not be trusted.

So from time to time you hear of people making a deal with devil himself. (Utter nonsense.)

So for kicks and giggles lets say I was able to conjure up the devil. That’s correct I sit down with Mr. Scratch. Here is the first problem, Mr. Scratch is not to be trusted. He is evil correct? How can a deal be made? Furthermore how do you really know it is the genuine article? What… Just for me all of sudden Mr. Scratch is a man or spirit of his word? A deal is made and it is going to go according to plan based on what? Based on the fact that Mr. Scratch has seen the error of his ways and to make good he suddenly can be trusted? See how it just boggles the mind, that folks are supposed to have made deals since time began, with the devil.

The thing is “if” I were able to sit down with Mr. Scratch do you think I would make a stupid deal? I mean really, the idea that you go for a deal of a shallow design that leaves you to sit in purgatory what idiot would do that? I would think that if you are able to make a deal you would make sure that you are going to set yourself up to be better off at the end of the contract. All the myth around pacts made with the devil is so laughable, sometimes I simply roll my eyes and truly wonder if evolution has been stunted by too much self absorption.

I read a story long ago about this man on the east coast who actually claimed to have made a deal, he was careful about it in every aspect that he could. Then about two weeks before the deal was to commence he changed his mind. He sought redemption he went to a priest and they waved their hands and magic beads and wooden symbols of peace and the deal was off and all was forgiven. In about 3 days after being saved and finding salvation, he was run over by a bus. “Hmmm?” Says I. This young man according to the priest was punished by Mr. Scratch for going back on his word. Wait he was saved from the deal. The contract with Mr. Scratch was null and void… Simply due to words and symbols and faith. Then in return his new found salvation did nothing to slow the bus down or to offer this young man enough sense to look both ways before crossing the road. The lord gives the devil takes away? So do you wonder if the young man went back on his word his deal on both sides was null and void?

It makes no sense to me. With all the knowledge in the world and all the experience we as a species have to draw from how in the heck do we get so sucked into such a black and white structure of faith. I suppose it is easier then thinking.

If Mr. Scratch has the courage to face me, that could be a interesting conversation. However I will not be leaving a light on nor holding my breath. Who is to say the current dimension that we are in (and reading this personal rant) is not purgatory?

Chris…
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Thursday, September 16, 2010

looked ahead

Looked ahead with out forgetting what was behind… Decided to not carry the baggage this far that’s all.




Chris…

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It is all about change.

It is all about change… it is the one thing I can depend on. Things change with regularity. I watch many fight it, and turn into embittered resentful shadows of who they once were. Letting go is not giving up. Letting go lets you go with the flow… Hanging on just leaves you left battered on the rocks.


Chris…

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Their Way- or your way???

I tried things their way, with their idea of how it should be done. I went down others path only to find that I was lost at the end of it. Once I started finding my own way things started getting done. The path I have chose offers riches with every step… I think it may be due to the fact it’s the first time some one has been on it and has not been picked clean already.


Chris…

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Nerf ball brain

Some days my brain is like a super ball inside of a concrete room. Bouncing off the floor the walls the ceiling going every which way. Some days it is like a nerf ball.




Chris…

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People don’t want to change the things they like & want to change the things they don’t like… The mechanism for the forever argument is in place. Now let us break the cycle of the argument and find a way to live in the forever harmony we all want.
The forever argument will forever keep us bound to repeat the cycle that keeps us from evolving if we let it… I will listen. That means I leave my judgments & unsolicited advice at the door. I don’t wish to argue with you just hear you.



Chris…
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We all have a gift. We all have an enormous power. Choice... Use it wisely.

Today (09-11-10) is a anniversary of enormous grief for those who had their gift of choice wiped out by others that chose to impose their ideology on others. It brought no further understanding to the world. It has only caused fear and anger. The choices of 9-11 01, made by group of people that believed that they were right and others were wrong failed to bring any understanding to their beliefs. It only woke the demons of war. The sale of flags rose as the flags unfurled up and down main street. The anger and hostile response to the tragedy has planted seeds for another generation that is being taught to fear others. I see it everyday. I see the choice to lead by an example of fear. The same behaviors that one country imposed upon another that breed this hostile back forth has had another generation in it’s grip.


I have a legacy as we all do to leave behind. I choose to leave a legacy of trying to understand as opposed to a fear based anger driven embittered person. My bank account will be of zero relevance when the vehicle I am in stops completely. What will matter is what message did I pass along. Was it one of a hostile nature or one of tolerance? It is a choice I get to make everyday. It is a gift I do not take for granted. I choose to live today and choose to never forget that the gift is one a great responsibility. Those who act irresponsibly inevitably end losing there choice, either by death or incarceration. Either way each breath we take is a choice. Life the grandest gift we have. Let us use it wisely. It is a choice we face with every breath. Let others enjoy their choice let them extend their gift to others as you wish to extend your self to those around you .




Chris…

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Thursday, September 9, 2010

It' happens when we least expect it.

It’s about all of us… It’s about you... It’s about me… It is about all of us.

                                    When it gets singular in either direction it is out of balance.

Harmony is achievable… It’s a choice.
                     I have in me… You have it in you.

We can make this happen… One step each day to the next…
                   We have it in our grasp… Inside the word ‘We.’

I need to take care to mind my requirements…
             So that I can be there for you when you need my help.

When you offer me help I need to remember it is OK to accept your help.
                       Accepting it knowing there is no expectation.

I offer my self to you in a time of need with out expectation…
                      Such a moment amongst the fellow travelers is as simple as holding a door for someone.

You think you have never known the stranger passing…
                             At the end of the day they look for the same things you do.

You know them… They know you… It’s all bout you… It’s all about them.
                                 It’s OK to know you and I are them to others. They are us.

We can make this happen… One step each day to the next…
                               We have it in our grasp… Inside the word ‘We…’

With that I feel better knowing all of you…
                   It helps me to know ‘We…’ Can make this happen.







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change...

It is all about change… it is the one thing I can depend on. Things change with regularity. I watch many fight it, and turn into embittered resentful shadows of who they once were. Letting go is not giving up. Letting go lets you go with the flow… Hanging on just leaves you left battered on the rocks. /;->


Chris...

Blood on the sleeve...

In honor of Kris Kristopherson, I actually fumbled thru my closet this Sunday morning for my cleanest dirty shirt. (“Sunday Morning Coming Down.”) I was happy to see it and it felt good pulling the sleeves over my arms. I rattled around for a few hours doing the usual things. No, no, no beer for breakfast like the song goes…

However though imagine my surprise. I was looking thru some stuff and the light of the day was coming thru the windows like it always does. And low and behold I noticed a stain on my cleanest dirty shirt. “Hmm???” Say’s I, “that appears to be mustard.” No matter it is Sunday and I have no worries about a mustard stains from what was most likely the corn beef and Swiss with pickles and mustard many days ago.

( I was on my monthly quest for the perfect sandwich I came awfully dern close to finding sandwich nirvana… no it did not smell like teen spirit…) Ahh but I digress those that no me affectionately call it my babbling brook. Those that are close have been known to say …. “Chris, enough… Get to the point.” Those with caring hearts say “please?”

So I see the stain and glance again to the sleeve. That sleeve that is doing it’s job ever so well. “Another stain??? This is not mustard…” It is dark and there is a tiny rip in the middle of the stain, very tiny. It occurs to me that the stain is blood. “What!?!?” In my best sleuth mode I retrace my steps where did this happen how did this happen my thin armor of flesh has no marks, no indication of being bloodied at any recent time. How on earth, or where ever, did this happen?

OK, OK, mustard on my Sunday shirt no issue. Blood with out any wounds to my mortal flesh interesting. Indeed interesting. Alas I may never know as to whom the blood belongs to nor how it happened.

BUT!!! I know this I have the last two slices of dill rye and some pickles and mustard left. Today I will feast on mustard and pickles, yes the corn beef is gone it was delicious it fed my inner carnivore… I wonder how red beans and rice (chilled) will spread on those last two pieces of dill rye?

Blood on the sleeve makes for interesting thought patterns that have led me to dill rye, mustard, red beans and rice (chilled) spread topped off with dill pickles! Sunday has it’s perks!

Chris…







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The clock is quiet it is digital… The ticking is silent… The sound of mechanical time went digital. Your breathing right now… The same sound before the digital soundtrack.

Turn down the electronics that drown out your breathing. Take notice of your presence. As many do in the daily motion of your life.

When the clock stops it goes unnoticed. Time has not stopped. Time has continued on with you. Letting go of the time that is now behind you… Lets you breathe now.

Your not being dismissed nor forgotten like the clock. Your moving on in each breath. Your life is happening now.

The silence of the hands of time are an illusion. The hands of time continue to spin… The tides continue with or with out the clocks.

When a moment of actual silence presents itself. Listen to the greatest gift given… Your life… Your life is right now listen carefully.

Chris…













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fight the ruling class...

I want change... Wait no I don't... I want change... Wait no I don't. Bahhh!



The ruling class loves this… That is why it keeps everyone bickering and complaining and scared of “change” exactly what the ruling class needs to remain in the ruling class. I said it a few days ago I am saying it again… “People don’t want to change the things they like & want to change the things they don’t like.” The right has been whipping up fear of the left as the left whipped up fear of the right… It is truly the American way you need a ruling class to feel safe inside the illusions of fear. I am so sick of the “forever argument” that never come to agreements. The “forever argument…” Get over it. Evolve, find peace.

Breaking the forever argument.

“People don’t want to change the things they like & want to change the things they don’t like… The mechanism for the forever argument is in place. Now let us break the cycle of the argument and find a way to live in the forever harmony we all want.” CH /;->

backwards insomnia

Like most things in my life I seem to do them off schedule from others, some say I do things backwards. Well for one I’m horrible at insomnia… I do it backwards from most. Mine seems to hit me at four in the morning. My insomnia hits me then I suppose from getting up before dawn for some other persons economic interest. The mutual exploitations of each other. They exploited my services I exploited their need to have somebody drive their truck.

Ya’ see things in the morning that you don’t see at night… Ya’ see folks that are very interesting far more interesting than the celebrities. Celebrity is interesting enough I suppose. But it is the everyday person that I find far more interesting to watch and listen to. (Reality shows do not count.)

My insomnia hits at four am. These days... If I’m lucky it hits at six am. Kind of a pain for somebody who likes the idea of staying up past midnight. Of course the streets are quiet at one am. Except for the arguments across the street that are fueled by a bottle of rum.

The everyday person scrapping and struggling to have a place with clean sheets and two rooms & a bath. They intrigue me. It is me, it is many of us. At the end of the day or night… We all basically want the same thing, a safe place to get some rest. So that we do it all again the next day.

Drove short line at night for many years saw strange things out on the night road. Sedans packed tight with the worldly belongings of the driver. Twine holding the trunk lids closed all the belongings in boxes peeking out above the tail lights. It always looked as if the trunk lid was ready to pop open at the next bump in the road.

Owls with wing spans as wide as the windshield of that old International Harvester I drove. Glad I never hit one those owls. They always flew right at the damn truck and turned at the last minute before impact. The headlights of the truck illuminating the white feathers that are underneath what you normally see when looking at a owl just perched in a tree, or a barn. I tell ya’ those white feathers underneath reflecting the headlights back at me was blinding then whoosh the owl would be gone. I would be blinking my eyes for a few minutes trying to adjust back to the darkness of the night. Seemed to happen when the moon was out.

Elk herds that followed the path of migration. A path that was there long before the ribbon of concrete was put in that cut across the elk path. Glad I never hit one of those elk. Came close one time. Stopped my rig, and walked back to the herd. The elk stopped and looked at me I think they were annoyed that the path of migration was interrupted and looked at me as a intruder. Full moon that night we just stood there for a minute or two. I left wondering just wondering well not much else one can do in truck for nine ten hours a night. Sometimes I miss those clear mountain nights. Sometimes I miss those early mornings when the rest of the world seemed to be asleep. Except for those sedans that were packed so tight the only space was for the person behind the wheel. I parked that truck years ago. Ended up driving a desk.

Don’t see many elk here in town, nor any owls. I do get to see a young falcon once in a while he lands in the tree off my balcony. Sometimes the urban raccoon with young ones right behind. So critters keep showing up to say hello. Just different ones from years ago.

Those early morning wake up calls for years are the cause of my backwards insomnia. Yep I’m up all day. Some days are more awake some days are just exhausted imitations of being awake. I tried a nap a while back… I heard great things about them. If were not for the daylight insomnia I wouldn’t mind getting some rest. None the less if I slept all morning long I would not see the characters that keep this sleepy little sea side village going.













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Friday, August 20, 2010

Crackling airwaves…

Reactions are either too slow, or too late… Sometimes they are over the top… Then over the top ones miss the basket, the ultimate air ball… The point I suppose is that rarely are they on target, well it seems that way to me… Then, back then rather than now it seemed like the thing to do. Now it seems like not enough time was taken to reflect on the moment that has led to his one. Forever going to wonder about this… A singular moment when it was a moment of the present not the past not the future will be whirling in my head far into the future I will look back and think of the past it is bound to happen… It always does.

I tried to find the chemical to erase the magnetic tape loop that is forever running. You would think that the tape would expire… Damn thing never helped back in school when asked a question about something that had no relevance to a ten year old bored with the droning of a tall man… (Who was always quick to point out his self importance. His teaching methods were impotent…) He challenged my ten years of experience against his thirty something… His anger or frustration was evident. The tape loop did not have the vocabulary to tell him what the feeling was as he spoke down at me wagging his finger in my direction. I heard of him the other day, seems his own kids are just as frustrated by his behaviors as I was… No matter. Events from a long time ago rattling around they never seem to go away… All the chemicals that were tried to erase did nothing but bring the tape out in hi-fidelity.

All this is going to have a effect on deciding what is the next meal. That meal won’t be remembered in four days… But the damn anxious frustration, the pacing, that will cut a path way of the matted carpet… That will be remembered and looked at. I will have vacuumed and vacuumed… The path of my indecision will be forever on the carpet. I could move some furniture to hide it, but it might take weeks to make up my mind where to put the sofa, the chair, the end tables all with their own stains of something that happened a long time ago. Hide the circles left from glasses with a magazine that is a year old. The pacing is more now, what is it I was supposed to do, oh yeah decide on food. I’m not hungry anyway… I’m not hungry.


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The neighbor down stairs moved away… Her kids came by for a week and now she is moving away. She seemed a bit happy that her kids cared… She seemed a bit un happy that she is moving away. They spoke at the mail box and she apologized to him over and over about the noise from her place downstairs. The power tools, the thumping, the hammers the voices of men hollering out for tools and help and the thuds that shake the building hard enough to scare away the birds eating from the feeder… He was glad to speak with her one more time, and disappointed and happy for her all at the same time. He won’t forget her.



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Reactions are either too slow, or too late, sometimes they are over the top. Once in while I hit the target and decide exactly what was needed. Then again who am I to say I missed it any time before? If I am second, third, fourth guessing my self after drinking a fifth? Well I suppose that might make sense. The moments that led to this one are all behind me now. Not to worry, just got to remember to enjoy the moment and when asked to make up my mind, I can rest easy knowing that it is a works in progress. It is a works in progress, and worrying about it ain’t time well spent. Of course I spend on things that cause many others to walk away shaking there head. I don’t expect them to understand. I don’t expect them to understand…









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Friday, August 13, 2010

From games in the trash.

“Being called insane, is hardly a threat of any kind, I have been called much worse by far more superior then the like s of you…”   

Rick was forever returning to the scene of a crime. Forever having to relive what happened… Rick’s only defense was sarcastic come backs that put the others down, by showing off he had some education in a group of people that did not. Vance fed on peoples ignorance and thought Rick, was inferior, for that matter Vance thought all were less than Vance. In the end days of Vance, Rick watched Vance crumble and lose all his cool and finally collapse into the angry embittered old man that Vance tried so desperately to hide from the world...


Boredom...

I seldom know boredom. When I do I have to ask, what could I do to contribute?
                                        Boredom is equal to arrogance, mixed with sloth.



Monday, August 9, 2010

The chickens are loose.

A response to a editorial from the New York Times.


Paul Krugman / America Goes Dark.

Hold on Rick, the gate got opened up and the chickens are running loose!

Indeed, it is a sad state of affairs. I have been complaining for years about the infrastructure of this country. I get these on line surveys with regularity from D.C. asking what I think is important. They never ask about infrastructure. They barely touch on education. Except for student loan reform. There seems to be a attitude that public works programs are some sort of reference to history going back to FDR. Most of the roadways / interstate system was designed and built with a lifespan of about fifty years. AHEM! Hello it has been longer then fifty years for many bridges and roadways.

Boost the economy… It is simple put money in the hands of the consumers, put them to work here. They spend and invest here. There is plenty of work to be done across the united states. It boggles the mind how D.C. talks of job creation and they toss around pretty words like “new jobs, new industry…” hey there are plenty of old fashioned jobs that need to get done.
If this country spent ten years getting the infrastructure back in place, and quit wasting money in overseas skirmishes that only drain the economy I bet we would see a massive turn around. Sadly many in this country are very short sighted. Politicians only look as far as the next election. John/ Jane Q Public, looks as far as the next paycheck and worries if he is going to have one. Tax breaks to the upper crust, is a simple design of securing re-election contributions.

Education… Ahhhhhg! I have a 12 year old and a 14 year old. The stories that come out the govt. schools of today simply horrify me. Teachers who are face booking during class hours, or twitting, (the silly twits) . The hours spent in the class room by so called teachers who can’t be bothered to do their chosen profession. Teachers that put on movies that have zero content that is connected to the course of study. Class hours cut, so that these over worked teachers can have a extra day to catch up. that’s right every other Friday the kids don’t go to school. Yet from what I have heard the teachers should not be that busy to begin with. Not all teachers mind you are this horrible (I hope), yes the examples I give are from the a very tiny sliver into the education system.

The education system in this country is laughable at best. It is not equal it is lopsided and bloated with instructors that simply want their pensions and ride it out. There are amazing people in this country that have a abundance of gifts to offer as instructors, alas they are not the norm. They are often trampled by the education unions and forced out into the private sector. Of course private schools are looking better, but as we all know not all hard working ’Mericans, can afford that. That was known back in the beginning of public education. They knew then to make a strong citizenry it needed to have an educated one. Now the folks pulling the strings and the upper crust are frightened by educated people because they understand that by numbing down the lower and middle class society is a manageable society. Keep them numb with the illusion of a dream and television.

Well Rick I read the article and look what happened, I thank you sir. It got me to thinking and I am grateful for this wondrous miracle of the internet that allows folks like you and I, that most likely would have never met, to exchange ideas.


Chris…

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